I haven’t been to Paris in over a decade. Every time I tried to go back something went wrong and the trip was canceled. And after the last attempt, there was a pandemic. After that I haven’t been even looking that way for three years. Until I found out that Woody Allen and his New Orleans jazz band were going on a European tour.
To hear Woody Allen play the clarinet was such a pipe dream for me that I was afraid to put it on my wish list. I didn’t even think I’d be in Manhattan with Woody alive and listening to him there. And then Woody came by himself.
I have to learn to dream boldly.
Shake That Thing.