Playing in the park

HH remembered about jazz in the park this afternoon, so off we went. Funny how the silver foxes - and the snow white ones - dominate the audience at these musical events. Never mind, made us feel right at home - as did the kind people who lent us a rug to sit on. The Peninsular Jazzmen, who gave a great show, are no spring chickens either. In fact, one has his 80th birthday tomorrow. Quite some talent and stamina for any age.