I was walking Loca this morning through the park and admiring how the grass was cut, the night herons were standing at soldier-like attention on the banks of the lagoon, the paths were newly constructed, and all seemed right with this little world. Up ahead I saw a man with one of those long grabber poles picking up bottles out of the lagoon and trash underneath the shrubs – as I passed I noticed it was Tom McDermott, one of our fine jazz pianists.