At first, it seems Nostalgia is the visitor. No. I think it is the house; the stage which memories, emotions, conscience gather, and interact. It is more the structure, which past, present and future rush into. It is coming home.
But is home what we know, what we've lived, or is it what we've yet to experience, our dreams? Perhaps both.
Is happiness having what we want, or wanting what we have?
Dang! I don't know.
But one thing is certain: Ella, Holiday, Sinatra, Armstrong, Torme, the New Orleans trumpet, the soul of improvisation...
All this bring me home. Homecoming.
Uncle T
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