Fred was the doorman at my last NYC apartment building ... he worked the midnight shift ... on our first encounter I was coming home late one nite and happened to have my horn ... Fred asked what kind of music I played ... I said mostly jazz ... he then asked... Benny Goodman or Sidney Bechet? .... I said of course Sidney Bechet ... from that moment we became fast and dear friends .... I miss Fred ... I miss all of the NYC friends and characters that passed thru my life ... I do so miss NYC ... I am grateful to be where I am now .... but there's not one moment that I don't miss being in NYC .... and to be more honest and precise ... I miss being young in NYC .... I've been so fortunate in my life ... I am so very grateful for my memories ... I'd love to go back and do them all over again ... although if I were somehow able to do that ... I'm certain I'd make exactly the same mistakes .... I'm back there each nite the moment my head touches the pillow ... there's a comfort in that ... thanks for the memories ...
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