There are two types of people out there. There are people who can't stand the scream of the horn, the squeak of the clarinet, and the wailing of the saxophone, they're totally missing out. Then there are those folks who are instantly transported by the sounds of jazz. The unpredictable melody takes them to a place they may have never even experienced: the speakeasy.  It's not hard to picture those roaring 1920's soirees. There would be a full brass band in front of an exposed brick wall with low lighting and a smoky atmosphere. It would be in a dark basement without a hint

"Well, well, well, aren't you the cat's meow? Now, don't take any wooden nickels!" Don't you wish we still talked like those flappers of the twenties? They had a strange kind of accent, half British, half American. People used to train themselves to talk that way to seem distinguished and it was perfectly socially acceptable. Well, try that these days and people might think you've lost it. Unless you're wearing a 1920's dress, if you go all in it just might seem copacetic.Ah, the twenties. They sure didn't end well but people certainly had a great time while they could.

You've got a curious kid. She is always wanting to know about different cultures, places, and times. She's always taking on the fashions of different eras. It wasn't long ago that she was in love with the 1980's. You're not quite sure how it happened, maybe it was when she got into your John Hughes collection. After that, it was giant glasses, fake pearls, and oversized sweatshirts. You had to draw the line when she asked to get a perm. That was a while ago though, your time traveling kiddo has moved on to even older and better times. Your