It really isn't a mystery to me where I got my love of music. Here is a letter my father wrote to my mother while in the Army. They weren't yet married, and he is on his way to New York before shipping out to Berlin, where he would be stationed. He writes, "I hope we get to spend a few days in New York. I haven't been to New York since I was a little kid. I couldn't really enjoy it then, but now I can go to the the joints and listen to the jive. I go wild over real hot music. I hope you like Jazz, because I sure do. I don't go for the long hair stuff at all."
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