Just imagine if you will……a five year old little girl lying across a red leather booth…As her eyes fight to stay awake in the closed and roped off section of the restaurant, she hears the faint clicking of glasses…the movement of chairs…the subtle scraping of forks on dinner plates. Lying on a belly filled with glass after glass of sprite and grenadine, small plastic swords of cherries and orange slices, and little cocktail umbrellas…Her face, so small, could look straight under the table while lying on her side, clear to the front of the room…to the stage….to where her mother was singing "Summertime"…. From then on, jazz would always signify 'Home' to her. What's more, it would establish the desire to present jazz in the way in which is was presented to the 5 year old me…A place to relax, feel safe, gaze at the stage, and get full on kiddie cocktails. ;-)