My Jazz Story
Jazz meant big band and Frank Sinatra when I was a kid. I heard a great deal of this from my father. Then at University of Pennsylvania (1969. . .) I met
people who expanded my awareness into other styles, and I became much more aware of many jazz greats. My love of jazz has never ceased. These days, I
buy season tickets to St. Louis' Ferring Jazz Bistro. Superb venue, to be sure.