Mr. Don Cunningham, my new friend

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After a long day trying to find an assembly man in Arizona who could immediately put together 3 new cribs for a woman with triplets (the babies needed to go down for a nap and had no place to sleep), I treated myself to an impulse buy.  As I headed down the escalator towards the underground world of BART I found the clarinet player who greets me every morning with a tune.  I thought to myself, “Self, this guy plays some really good old skool jazz and he gets your mornings started in such a positive way, why not buy a CD from him?  You could spend $15 towards the cover at a bar to listen to someone you don’t really care about or you could pay $15 bucks to someone who plays music for you every day.”  I rounded the corner to make sure I had a few dollars and bought a jazz CD from the BART entertainer.  Don Cunningham is his name and I believe he may be one of my new favorite characters.  I wanted to stay and talk to him and possibly give him a big bear hug, but I got shy and thought that maybe he wanted to get back to business playing his instrument, but he was the sweetest man I had met in such a long time.  He even signed my CD cover for me.  Perhaps tomorrow I will buy another and ask him to make it out to daddy bruce (my papa).   Thank you, Don Cunningham, for making my day and filling my apartment with some amazing melodies.    

To purchase a CD from Don Cunningham, or to sample his music, view the following link: http://cdbaby.com/cd/doncunningham

Author: Ali Carras

At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change. I have closed my comments due to mass amounts of spam that no filter could ever control. Feel free to contact me abeckord [at] gmail.com!

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