Sister Joan is one of the sweetest people I've ever met. She is a retired nun. One Sunday a month, she hosts a spiritual get together in her apartment. Most attendees are older women. They talk about all kinds of things and they pray.
I happened to be there helping her install something on her computer while one of her meetings was in session. Her computer was in the kitchen, on the other side of the apartment from where the meetings took place.
When the ladies took a break and came into the kitchen for some refreshments, I was introduced to everyone as a musician and computer expert. Like I said, sister Joan is very sweet.
One of the ladies named Gladys told me that her husband had been a full time musician throughout the midwest for many years. She casually mentioned that Bill Evans had been a friend of theirs. In the early 60's, Evans had asked her husband if while he was playing in the Chicago area, he could use their piano to practice.
Gladys said that one time Bill was practicing in the living room and she needed to run some errands. She asked him if he wouldn't mind keeping an eye on her three young children. When she returned home none of the kids greeted her at the door. She went to the living room and found them sitting close together on the floor, mesmerized by the sound of Bill Evans.
The picture of that in my head is priceless.
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