That could very well have been the fellow, Reggie. I had heard rumors that he was a) a bit mentally off or at least a bit strange, and that b) he was really a fine musician. Unfortunately, this didn't seem to manifest itself in his trumpet playing.

I found him tolerable because when I heard him, it was limited to about an hour, although hearing the same two tunes over and over again got a bit—um—repetitive. It was my dentist at the time (6th and Pine building) who really suffered. I was sitting there with jaw full of novacaine and the sound and vibration of his Black and Decker drill in my gaping mouth, while he got the full benefit of the Christmas serenade. Thank God he maintained a steady hand and didn't totally lose it!!

Don Firth