jazz dreams

How did I forget to write a posting about our personal Philadelphia jazz fest?!

This time last week, a grannie client, John & I were headed down to the Rittenhouse Square area for our second dinner at Square on Square restaurant, with a dessert a heady serving of the best jazz in town - the All-Star Jazz Trio!

Took full advantage of such a gorgeous night for a drive.  Instead of fighting rush hour traffic going down Broad Street to the Schuylkill Expressway or I-95, we enjoyed a leisurely ramble down the Kelly Drive, along a lovely stretch of river sporting more rowing crews than even I'd ever seen.  Who knew driving downtown could be calm, almost zen-like?

It was as easy a nip from the suburbs to the heart of the city as I've ever taken.  This time, went directly to the incredibly close $12 parking, then the three of us ambled over to Square on Square. 

The owner stunned us by remembering our drinks - in spite of having only been there once before, over a month earlier.  Dinner was just as yum as before.  My g.c. didn't even let it bother her that they didn't have any desserts on the menu - live jazz would be the finishing touch.

Was it ever!  Andy was nothing short of spectacular.  Ditto both Bruces.  

Andy's hands flew across the keyboard.  My g.c. was every bit as utterly enthralled as the first time.  Again, we stayed for all three sets.  We left sublimely happy.  When John showed her to the door of her senior residence, she practically floated in.  

These evenings are important for more reasons than good food & epic jazz.  She gets to experience daytime easing into night.  She sees the summer foliage along the Lincoln & Kelly Drives.  She experiences the pulse of a major American city.  All those things are important to the elderly, every bit as much as to youngers, but so many don't get the opportunity to experience even a portion of it once a month, let alone once a week.  

Tomorrow will be a bonus day.  With no Bible Study in the morning & no Current Events discussion in the early afternoon, we can choose to head up the River Road to The Landing, or down to Charcoal, across to Brittingham's or up to The Farm House - maybe the Back to the Fifties diner.  Choices - they are important to my grannie clients.  Options are fewer & farther inbetween, so the more I can conjure up, the better.  

Wishing I had the money to treat her to the dinner concert Andy & the Bruces are putting on in Atlantic City, featuring Peggy King.  It would be so wonderful for my g.c. to see a chanteuse just 10 years younger than she is, still playing the jazz clubs of L.A., NYC & AC.  A dream year, but who knows about next?

~ Deev ~
the well read daughter