"Hello...
Hello.... Hello..." Three cops on bicycles whizzed around the corner and each chirped their friendly greetings. I was surveying the newly hatching night from
my post at the jazz club front door—actually just outside the door. The sunny,
blue-sky day was becoming history in the making. With a 50% accuracy record, my
prediction is that it will be a slow, relaxing night. There were two couples
seated at the bar when I started the night. They were both reluctant to pay the cover
charge. My deal: "Relax, enjoy a couple of songs. If you leave after that,
no harm. If you stay, do the honorable thing and pay the cover—you'll be
supporting live jazz in our city." Both couples left before my voo-doo
hex could kick in, so no covers collected. An artist couple who've been in a
few times before showed their intense, but friendly faces. I was zippy-thrilled
to learn that they had closed on a small commercial building which will become
their studio space and home. Now they just need to sell their bungalow located in a
leafy suburb. Got my toes crossed for them. The quartet was terrific tonight, as
always... even though the traffic was slow, as I had predicted earlier.
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