Groovy, man

My kid is listening to John Coltrane. In his room. As he falls asleep.

He asked for it.

“I want Coltrane, Mommy.”

This is cool, yes. But I think his true request was, “I want coal train.” If he knew the difference, we might be back to “Ahoy there, mates!”

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