Jazz Boy
We bought Tin a photography book of New Orleans Jazz greats because he loves looking at photographs of people playing instruments. He loves to name all the instruments. He sits on the couch and reads this book as if it were the holy word. Houston, I think we have a musician on our hands.
A friend of ours came by to fix the toilet handle in Tin’s bathroom, she also teaches Tin how to drum. One subject led to another but we found ourselves on the topic of being young, black and male in New Orleans and I told her that it was a worry that crossed my mind now and again about Tin. She said the good thing is that Tin has already been in the paper twice so that if he keeps his face in the public eye, people would know him, and it might prevent the NOPD from harming him.