I just let Dad in on a secret.  I’ve been pretty grumpy on and off during the morning – basically looking for a little bit of attention.  But finally Dad delivered – Jazz.

Dad’s been trying to educate me, with some of the Bird (Charlie Parker), but bee-bop just isn’t my thing yet.  Finally today he whacked on what he said was the best Jazz album ever: Kind of Blue.  I just totally zoned out listening to Miles, Cannonball, and Coltrane.  I was pretty much asleep by the end of the first track.  Dad reckons he plays the saxophone, but I’d wager not as well as Cannonball.  He says he’s going to introduce me to some Paul Desmond tomorrow.  Can’t wait!