I had just discovered she was a collector of matchbooks, and took her to a place that made each diner a book of custom printed matches which were on their table at dinner. They also had a little quartet, and I thought they were pretty good, so I slipped the piano player a twenty and asked if they could work in “Take five”. Not only could they, but they dedicated it to us (They had been the ones to print the matchbooks, so they knew who we were).

Dave Brubeck just died, a day short of 92. God rest him.

yes, I’m mad about Brubeck. I like your eyes; I like him too.