Hey guys -
I haven't been around much lately - had a very busy summer. It's all finally winding down, and I actually have time to listen to and think about jazz
Anyway, the story-
I was putting my boys to bed last night (they were having a 'sleepover' in my older son's room) and when I went in to tuck them in, I heard music coming from my son's cd player. What was it, oh, Mobley's Thinking Of Home ( I had given him a copy). Almost brought tears to my eyes - he could've played Backstreet Boys or something, but he put on Hank.
There is hope for the future.
Anyway, it's good to be back. I miss the witty banter