I am heading out to Reno tomorrow, where I promise not to shoot a man just to watch him die. But with travelling on my mind, this week I have you biking to Bushwick for a couple of shows, and on the G train Saturday heading to some modern stride jazz piano at an outdoor dance party in Prospect Park.
Thanks to Sonya P. who wrote up some of her own recommendations for part of this post.
Neighbors, I must warn you, I am a little out of sorts today. My wife has flown to a faraway coast on business, and when that happens I get a little sad, although I know it will be worth it when she returns with tales from the road, such as the drunk guy hitting on her in Houston: “My family owns many ranches in Mexico.”