There is an older guy at the bar -- yeah, yeah, there are more than one -- who you can tell was good-looking in the day, and he still walks with an easy cool you can't practice. Wise eyes that are somewhat sad. He was a musician, of course. Bass player back in the days of R&B that played with, well, an easy cool. His fathered managed a club in Seattle in the Fifties and Sixties, booked the music acts. A lot of the acts were the black blues musicians who toured relentlessly at the time, driving themselves from club to club across the country and back. Seattle would probably like to think they welcomed these black musicians back then, but -- sorry, Seattle -- the Coon Chicken Inn only closed in 1949. There was certainly a white audience for these players, but often the players would stay the night at the club manager's home: cheaper, simpler, less potential problems that way. The easy cool bass player was a young teen at the time, learning to play, and deeply in love...