Required and essential tradition number two…
A more recent tradition. The song may be sixty years old but I’d never heard it until a holiday trip to DC six years ago.
Sitting on the couch in my room, watching the rain and the ocean, listening to Oscar Peterson, and reading a good book about Montreal in the 1940s and 1950s. I really should spend more vacations this way. Maybe I wouldn’t be so exhausted when I got home…