I've been listening to a Louis Armstrong show from 1954 that I got in the mail yesterday. I'm probably dating myself a little when I say that I remember him performing live on the Ed Sullivan show. Satchmo, with his big smile, wiping his brow with a white handkerchief. The music didn't mean that much to me then, but I can hear now what a great band he had.
I took L for dinner tonight to a Thai restaurant. It was quite good, but as usual, not nearly spicy enough for me. I want tears running down my cheeks, my nose running and my tongue feeling like it is on fire. And I really have to remember to take reading glasses when I go to a new restaurant. I have a hard time reading the menu in low light without them. Hard to read the cheque, too. I'd hate to leave the wrong amount and be chased down the street by a Thai cook waving a meat cleaver.
