doodledee

My old college buddy Tommy came to town on Friday night. He's a professional jazz musician. I am not making that up. He's one of those guys who started playing saxophone back in 4th grade when they made you chose an instrument to play in the school band. He's never really stopped. Most of us stopped. Not him.

Today he's out in California. He's lived all over. He hangs out in clubs, he calls people "cat", he goes to coffee with musicians he grew up listening to. He's got great stories. We talk about how our lives are different. It's an interesting conversation.

He played a few songs for us out in our side yard. That was really cool.

It was good to see him again.