They spent all week saving pennies and went out Saturdays to spend fifty bucks in three hours.

Once there was Louis Armstrong blowing his beautiful top in the muds of New Orleans; before him the mad musicians who had paraded on official days and broke up their Sousa marches into ragtime. Then there was swing, and Roy Eldridge, vigorous and virile, blasting the horn for everything it had in waves of power and logic and subtlety - leaning into it with glittering eyes and a lovely smile and sending it out broadcast to rock the jazz world.

Are we fallen angels who didn't want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?

The fact that everybody in the world dreams every night ties all mankind together.

My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.

And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight.

After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.