It’s the season for something new.  So when I got an email intro to Dan Damon from our mutual  webmaster, I absolutely had to go hear him.  Dan performs both jazz & spiritual music just like I do, and plays an extremely pleasant jazz piano at Hotel Mac in Pt. Richmond.  It was a lovely evening and so nice to meet a kindred soul, not to mention that the mac & cheese was “to die for” and unlike any I’ve ever had.  Then a few days later, my Sweetie and I took a Sunday drive (on a Friday) out to Clayton.  It was like stepping back in time to an utterly charming little town with a classic park in the middle which was surrounded by vintage looking restaurants and shops.  And it just happened to be the most beautiful sunny day.   Ah-h-h-h… Life is good.  Happy. Spring!

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