Always a song of jazz enters the mind, driving through the streets of Southeast Washington DC. Yep, Impressions actually by Coltrane himself, the harmony of up and down sounds of the trumpet echoed strongly in my mind. While that was happening I glanced at teenagers and smaller children walking on the sidewalks, lingering among the … Continue reading Impressions of Southeast Washington D.C…
Remembering a hero..
I recall from teachings a long time ago that a hero is a person who struggles for a cause. Even if their own life is forsaken... (04/04/1969)