I was in the health food store the other day, and I overheard the cashier saying that she had gone to the funeral of her uncle, a musician - and that the celebration and the music were wonderful. I asked if her uncle was Jimmy Borsdorf, and she said he was. She was pleased that I knew who he was and that I liked his music. One of the nice things about living in a small community.
-Joe Offer, in the Sierra foothills-