My Dad loved Jazz. All kinds of Jazz, I believe. But I distinctly remember his love of Big Band Jazz. Fortunately, I inherited this love. And there’s nothing better than watching it live. So, last week, when Husband asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday, I told him I wanted to go to the local outdoor concert venue and watch a Big Band Jazz Group. He agreed. So tonight, after the spotty rains passed over and we were loaded full of sushi, we drove down to Starling Lake and watched the Jazz on the Prairie Big Band. There were fluffy white clouds littering the bright blue sky and a nice breeze that kept the bugs away. I could feel there with us. I swayed, Daughter danced and we all had a good time. Thanks, Babe. It was a great birthday.