[Crowbob]

Downer you say, Chris. Downer?

My story, like those of many others, is a small but precious story of love, life and laughter.

A few summers back, actually more than a few, as the drummer in a jazz quartet, we were invited to perform at an outdoor venue of a Cherry Festival. My children, all excited about it, were way more than helpful setting up my kit on the stage.

At its conclusion I noticed the crowd had somehow imperceptibly morphed from a few casual listeners into a largish crowd of clapping appreciation. I wonder if my kids noticed.

It was long ago, you see. Shortly before I lost all ability to hear in my left ear and 90% loss in my right.

Bummer. Downer, you might say.

Tomorrow, a special day for me, I will try to remember to ask my kids if they noticed that crowd.