When they
walked into the jazz club it was clear. Summer had walked in. Summer was in the
form of a black couple dressed in white. The woman wore a white pants suit with
white-frame glasses. The man with white suit, white collar-less shirt, and
white brim hat. Even his beard was frosted in white. They were cool. When Mr.
& Ms. Summer were seated they got to enjoy a dynamic trio—jazz guitar,
electric bass, and drums. The jazz guitarist alternated between angry-hornet,
superfast playing and intricate fingered rhythms. I greeted two other couples of note beside the
epitome of summer couple. There was a couple decked out in black leather that hopped
off their Harley and a cute couple with three young kids out celebrating their
12th wedding anniversary. There was also a lone wolf who sat at the
bar writing in his notebook (different from the notebook-man who is a regular)
and a tall, slender cute wolfette who grabbed a table and enjoyed a couple
hours of jazz.
