On Returning to A Long-Lost Best Friend.

First posted on Facebook, March 11 2015, this piece of writing was the first time I pulled out a computer and just wrote in an impulsive flow, and posted it. There are a few things in life that absolutely make my spirit soar, and one of them is jazz music. I bought a saxophone when I was 14 or 15, and still remember the day I got on a train and headed up to London with a bag that included an envelope of cash, about fifteen hundred pounds to be precise (Dad had told me I might be able to haggle for a cheaper price that way). And that hunk of metal is still something I adore...