Speaking of theoretical boundries... ladies and gentlemen, I present: My Son.
The last one had me questioning physics idekPosted by Will Andersen on Monday, February 8, 2016
Last January, I took my son to Manhattan on a Father-Son senior trip, and we had a blast. We went to see a Broadway show, and went ice skating (for free at Bryant Park). We saw Stomp downtown. We had lots of adventures, but they don't really make a good story!
The one thing we did, that I really hope Mary and Olive will do is we went to a jazz club. We went to a little hole in the wall place called Somethin' Jazz Club. It was located off the beaten path on East 52nd Street, and as we climbed the dimly lit, narrow stairs to the third floor, my son turned to me with a glint in his eye and said, "This looks authentic." The Matt Savage Trio was playing and they were amazing. There were 12 people there, six of whom were Manhattan School of Music students of the drummer. Matt Savage played the piano and really looked like he was 18 tops. We ordered appetizers, which they ran downstairs to a restaurant to bring up to us. It was a great night. Sadly, but not surprisingly, the Somethin' Jazz Club has closed, so Mary and Olive will miss it (children were welcome), but you can enjoy the Matt Savage Trio on Spotify.
When you re-encounter an old crush, one of two things will happen. You'll either start singing Garth Brooks' "Unanswered Prayers," or your heart will get stomped on all over again. Mary has completely used John Dill to entertain little Olive and now all that remains are a few parting gifts and his tears. Inside each muffin, John has carefully baked a note hand-scribed with this message, "I will love you forever. Please call me. 202-555-CAKE."
Unfortunately, Mary and Olive are about to donate the muffins to the faithful hobo. Ultimately, the hobo will get a job at the bakery, thus fulfilling Olive's food service vision. Funny how things seem to work out.