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Sunday Morning Quote — 9/29/13 — Jazz Edition

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Last night was closing night for the week-long and incredibly diverse  Savannah Jazz Festival.  I went to the last night’s Forsyth Park Concert.  Oh my goodness.  What fun!

“Jazz is an open ended music designed for open minds.”   Anon.           

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“The real innovators did their innovating by just being themselves.”   Count Basie

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(FYI:  I played trombone in my high school marching band.  BUT I had such trouble playing and marching at the same time.)

“Jazz is the only music in which the same note can be played night after night but differently each time.”  Ornette Coleman

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“My music is the spiritual expression of what I am: my faith, my knowledge, my being.”  John Coltrane

Happiest and Jazziest of Sundays to you!

Five Friday Happy Bringers (9/27/13)

September is nearly over!  How did that happen?  Is it because I’m approaching (hush!) middle age that time seems to FLY BY?  And I love September.

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Slow down!

Wait!  This just hit me:  I’m in the September (late August?) stage of life.  Oh gosh, how can I write this happiness blog now?!

Well, here are Five Reasons why:

1.  My new glasses.  I CAN SEE better.  20-20 they tell me.  (But blind as a bat without them.)

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(My glasses are made out of the bottom of Coke bottles.)

2.  Fall benches, steps and chairs.

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3.  Root vegetables, apples and fried apple pies from North Georgia.

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4.  Meeting the Tibetan Monks who are creating a sandpainting mandala at the Jepson Center for the Arts here in Savannah.  (More about them in an upcoming post.)

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(Some of my international students.)

5.  Mother Nature.

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Happy Fall Weekend Ahead!

Oh Helen! And Cinnamon!

This past weekend, I spent some time in Helen, GA.  Ever been?  NO?!  What’s wrong with you?  Helen’s a Bavarian village smack dab in the middle of the Northeast Georgia hills.

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One highlight of the trip (in addition to discovering something called three-week slaw) had to be meeting and getting to know a delightful lady named Cinnamon, who runs the hip little eatery bearing the shortened nickname that Cinnamon’s grandmother called her as a child:  Cimmi”s Cafe.  Wait, I didn’t mean Cimmi’s grandma called her Cimmi’s Café–that simply wouldn’t make sense–just Cimmi.  Isn’t that the coolest name?  Here she is:

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Cimmi radiates joy and good humor, and the double decker chicken club is maybe the best I’ve ever had.  Be sure to try one next time you’re within a hundred miles.

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(The “riders” on the sign refer to motorcycle enthusiasts.)

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Cimmi is a biker!

[My “biking” experience is sad.  It took me FOREVER to learn to ride my bicycle as a kid.  I’ll never forget the first day my dad took the training wheels off.  I ran directly into my little brother Harold, knocked him down in the driveway and somehow managed to run both wheels over his belly before crashing into the gravel and crying for two hours.]

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Ordering the sandwich:

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Cimmi left the corporate business world in Nashville as an executive not long ago, moved back to the Helen area where she grew up and where many of her family members reside.  She opened up Cimmi’s Café about three months ago.  May she find GREAT SUCCESS!  So if you’re going to Helen, or know someone who is, be sure to try out Cimmi’s place. Be sure to “like” her cafe on facebook.

I’ll be back.

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