Sonny in the Park (and a personal P.S.)
A personal PS: Those of you still checking this space may have noticed that haven’t been lately. I’ve been working on a book at a crazy pace on a tight deadline—writing literally every day, leaving time only for my Slate column (for which I’m contractually obligated, though I’ve cut back on it, too) and, very nearly, nothing else, certainly no other writing. If something truly extraordinary happens jazz-wise (as it did tonight), I’ll try to write about it. But short of that, consider this a see-ya till mid-September.