Setting the scene. Both boys asleep (at the same time none the less).
All windows open...with a cool breeze blowing through. A glass of wine. Husband gone with his dad for the rest of the afternoon and alas I have my record player spinning that good old vinyl. And no MP3, IPOD...could ever replace the sound of music coming from vinyl....EVER
A little R&R...my way.
This one truly reminds me of New Orleans...
He said himself when asked to define jazz: “Man, if you have to ask what it is, you’ll never know.”
xoxo,
Ronita
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