Mr. Rotter came to our high school at the beginning of my freshman year. It was a small school of less than 200 students, but we had a larger band then than there is now. And Mr. Rotter made us one of the best in the state. Part of that had to do with the fact that he wasn't a whole lot older than we were. As a band director he worked us hard. He expected the best from us, and we gave it to him. We won a I rating (the best) at a state-wide marching contest in the fall of his second year, his last at CHS. He could play a mean saxophone, but he loved the trombone best. Many of us still remember enjoying his rendition of Little Egypt on the piano...if we were lucky enough to talk him into doing it.
I won't be able to go to the celebration this weekend. Life sometimes gets in the way of the things we'd really like to do. But I'll be thinking of him and the students and adults who've been lucky enough to know him. He's one of a kind.