Take Five

One evening in 1998, we were visiting the Yafo (Jaffa) street in Jerusalem, enjoying the various sights and sounds of the bustle of modern life in Israel, when I heard a lone saxophonist belting out some Jazz.  The ghost of the tune haunted my subconscious for a few years, before I was able to track down the spectre.  Now whenever I hear the song, I remember that lone saxophonist, belting out his heart to the night.