Callin' Charlie Parker

Went to Kansas City last week, learned a few things that will help me do my job better, ate substandard chow and flew in planes piloted by Southwest's flying cowboys. (Good thing I had a seat belt on.)

Anyway, spent a few hours at the American Jazz Museum in K.C., which was really cool. Worth the price of admission. Charlie Parker and the whole gang's there.

Here's something to look at.

And something else.

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That's all.