On the way back from dinner, Dad fires up the satellite radio, where
Pharoah Sanders is playing a wonderfully squawky solo over a soulful
beat...
ME: Ahh, Pharoah...
DAD (reading screen): Are you familiar with Pharoah Sanders?
ME: Very much so. I've even seen him live.
MOM: So is he dead now?
ME: That's not exactly what I meant.
Thursday, November 27, 2014
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