Vintage 31

Max marched through the front door and looked at his watch. “Where’s Louie?” “We still have ten minutes.” I was setting up the music stands. “Yeah, but we need time–” “Maxie! Mad Max! Max the Mad Hatter!” Louie walked in with an extended open palm, his upright bass case strapped to his back. “Hello, Louie.” Max shook his hand… [ read more ]