Welcome back Kirksville! We had a blast, as in a trumpet blast aimed at those who don’t know how to behave at a jazz show. A crowded room turned into a steady flow of ever changing dancers as we entertained the windy NE corner of MO. An older gentlemen befriended Dan (easy to do) and he even bought a CD in exchange for a drink. What a business plan.

After the show we revisited the Cave, or Red Room as it is now called, and met a couple of current residents. Unfortunatly, I don’t remember their names (Matt?) but we had a blast (again think trumpet, this time after a YagerBomb). Shared stories of the old days, which appear to be very similar to the new days.

Thanks for the hospitality guys, the CD is on the way.

Thanks to Brenda for a hardy breakfast too.