James at Maria's

Spent the end of this very hot day listening to a jazz group at a local bar. James sat in on trombone. We are part of a gang of old groupies for him: in our sixties and seventies, we are his dad, his uncle, a friend named Carl, and Eric and me. We seem to all show up to hear him play when ever we can. He's turning into a very good player and we like him a lot.