Last Sunday, I spent the night with our #4 Daughter, the amazing Sara Marian, and Zak, her amazing Significant Other. They took me with them to The Bard’s Town, where Zak treated us to a scrumptious dinner and equally scrumptious beers.
But the point of the excursion was the live music. On the first Sunday of the month, The Bard’s Town presents live gypsy jazz! I think all the musicians are gadjo (non-gypsy), but they’re damn good, anyway.
The show was great! Even greater was the atmosphere. Most people there are regulars, and they’re like a family. People from different tables get up and dance together in the tiny spaces between tables, folks in the audience are not just welcome to sing along, they’re encouraged to. The band threw a birthday party for a special friend the night I was there, and everybody got cake.
AND, YES, I TOOK PICTURES OF DOORS.
Yeah, I went out to the table, having taken a picture of the tiny door, and Sara says, “What’s behind it?” I said, “I don’t know.” She said, “YOU DIDN’T OPEN IT????” I said, “That would be rude.” Zak said, “Knock first.” Sara said, “Come on!” So we went back, knocked, and opened the door. Apparently, its only purpose is to show those who open it the picture and sentiment. And I would have missed it, without Sara and Zak.
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Thursday Doors is the brainchild of Norm Frampton, photographer extraordinaire. Visit his website, enjoy his wonderful photographs, click on the blue frog link, and enter a world of doors.
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: What might have been behind that tiny door?