While our new neighborhood is certainly less eventful in the non-stop circus of crazy people department as Venice was, it still has it’s moments of colorfulness. Every night around 9pm a guy walks around with a boombox playing lovely jazz music. We’re not annoyed because it sounds so dang nice. It sounded so familiar to me but I couldn’t remember who it was, so I held my phone out the window last night and shazam‘d it. Isn’t technology amazing? We laughed forever about it. So, every night at 9am, this guys bumps some Yusef Lateef, and boy is it the best possible thing to force me to listen to.