Last
weekend offered a treat. My wife and I spent much of the day with
good friends who live more than an hour away.
Two of my favorite traditional jazz
bands would be playing in Denver — one in the
afternoon, the other that evening. Wayne and Cristie agreed to join
us for both concerts.
The late-winter weather
cooperated for our drive over 7,500-foot Monument Hill.
We met at their house and
talked, then drove to the first event. Between numbers we caught up
on what we'd been doing and our plans. Three hours passed quickly,
and we reconvened at the restaurant. The Queen City Jazz Band never
sounded so good. With outstanding food and strong friendship, our
evening passed too quickly.
This weekend offered
another treat. Winter weather made a surprise encore, and my wife had
to work both days at the public library. But I didn’t
have a deadline pending, so I spent time with two other friends.
Paul and Jack live in
Massachusetts and Vermont. I hadn’t
seen either since October. But no matter. I had Paul’s
Cool Blue Tomb
on my Kindle, and a mass paperback of Jack’s
Pandora’s
Curse. Enough time had passed for both books
to offer a fresh, yet familiar experience.
Next weekend I’ll
face a deadline. But if I can make some progress the next few
evenings, I might find a few hours for reading a book by Kathy or
maybe Grant.
There’s
nothing like a weekend with friends.
1 comment:
I agree Andy, a good book is like a visit with a good friend. I took a break this past Sunday after church and read Yvonne Lehman's, 'Hearts that Survive', about survivors of the Titanic. So good I read it in one day and it is a substantial novel. Really enjoyed getting to know and root for the characters.
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