Some Things Never Change

When I was teaching, we teachers would gather at a nice restaurant with a bar, on Fridays after work. Our TGIF relaxation would last a couple of hours.  Then the married teachers would wend their way home for supper, and the single teachers would re group or pair off for other pleasures of the singles sort.

Now, my Grandson teaches guitar for a living.  He and his fellow music teachers gather after work on Fridays at a nearby Mexican restaurant, bringing their instruments, and have a "jam" session.  There they play for free tacos and tips. What they do after...well, it is probably the same as we did.

Some things never change.  But others do.

A real Grandfather would go an listen, but I passed.  Grandson says "You wouldn't like our kind of music."  He calls it Techno-jazz. 

His dad, my son-in-law, is a musician too, He at least knows who Cole Porter and Irving Berlin were, and he knows what pleases the "older generation."  Ah, George and Ira Gershwin, we miss you.