November 21, 2014

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.




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