29 Apr Bird Parade
One Saturday morning, sitting on my balcony with a fresh cup of coffee and the newspaper, I thought I heard a live jazz band coming down the street. Auditory hallucination? Music from someone’s audio system? Brass, percussion and crazy rhythms, it sounded like something out of New Orleans. In San Francisco. On Polk Street. Sure enough, a second line band soon came into view, marching down the street, followed by kids and their families dancing on the sidewalk. Sounds of laughter, clapping. A musician dipped his brass instrument in acknowledgement of the fans. Everybody smiled.