I woke this morning at 5am Eastern and sat on the screened porch atop the tree boughs in Hotlanta- such a lovely place my friends own there. I had my tea, my New York Times, and Tin was sound asleep in the portacrib inside. The birds were singing and I felt so good to be in great hands to start my birthday. Then Rosa, the cook, knocked on the door at 9 am and brought…
I wondered how it was possible that Prince William and my nephew could even fathom getting married the first weekend of Jazz Fest – I mean really? But I never suspected that when I woke this morning to my 52nd birthday that the news greeting me would be Bin Laden is dead. Okay. Pretty busy weekend wouldn’t you say? When Tatjana and I were trying to adopt we had to put together a 25 page…
Tin’s absolute, hands-down number one request is Salt Peanuts – yes Dizzy has passed the Holy Trinity of Evan Christopher, Louis Armstrong, and Trombone Shorty to reach #1 in the pantheon. Yesterday, when we were listening to the Hot 8 Brass Band and Tin was getting down on his trumpet, then trombone and drums, a woman gave Tin a hologram of Dizzy Gillespie unaware of the Salt Peanuts addiction. She said, “I have your son…
I, for one, am thrilled with all this new hat madness going on since the wedding.