I was sixteen when I moved out of my parents house. I started attending school at a small liberal arts college halfway across the country. I remember the day they dropped me off. They helped me unpack. My roommate had already moved in but was nowhere to be seen. She’d already covered the walls with her Ella Fitzgerld posters.“At least she has good taste in music,” my father’d say.He’d ar
So I was feelin' low when I jumped in the trucka today to bring the recycling into town and luckily I turned on the local public radio station (90.5 "KUT":http://www.kut.org) to hear a great tune by Coltrane - After the Rain. Nice and mellow to calm the stormy mind. I'm going to look for it in the near future to have for myself.
