Concert producer Jack Kleinsinger paid us a surprise visit. This was a great pleaure. He sat right in front, at what I always call the "listeners' table", and noted each tune with a nod. How I enjoyed playing for him some of my favorites: Strayhorn's "Isfahan" that lays on tenor as though it were written right up the side of the instrument; "The Didn't Believe Me", just right for the flute as I conceive it,  as a rhumba. Jack has heard me in casual settings at St. Peter's Church and elsewhere, but I always wanted the chance to play for him where he could really sit and listen.

   The longer I live, the more I notice that all the things you wish to do, happen. You just have to wait.