In the early 70s, my father played saxophone for the jazz big band BROWNIE’SREVENGE. They had an ongoing gig every Sunday at TRUDY HELLER’S in Greenwich Village. I was about five-years-old, too young to be inside the nightclub, so my dad would sit me on the front stoop, where he could see the top of my head from the bandstand. Many weekends, I would sit there for three sets, and listen to the jazz spilling out into the streets, and watch all the city’s characters walk by.
