Friday, May 15, 2015

Flash Back Friday


Above:
 My father and Louis Armstrong in my father's office in Bamako, Mali in January 1961. The only time I ever saw my father cry was the day Louis Armstrong died. My father lived for jazz.

Below: My mother at a party at our house in Bamako, Mali in 1961 or so. She's still a looker!


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