50 years ago, I dug deep into my piggy bank and took my best friend to see Ella Fitzgerald.

A dear friend called one evening 50 years ago to let me know he was coming to New York to visit family members—his aunt and uncle, I believe—and wanted to get together. We hadn’t seen each other in a couple of years. Thrilled he was heading east, I started thinking of some special things we… Continue reading 50 years ago, I dug deep into my piggy bank and took my best friend to see Ella Fitzgerald.

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