Missing Jazz
“Hey, where’s the cat?” It was an old acquaintance, almost a friend, passing by, the first person here in SB I had coffee with. The coffee shop was busy that first month, the tables all occupied; he was sitting alone…
“Hey, where’s the cat?” It was an old acquaintance, almost a friend, passing by, the first person here in SB I had coffee with. The coffee shop was busy that first month, the tables all occupied; he was sitting alone…