Subsequent efforts of hindsight and occasional nostalgia keep it very fresh in my mind. Particularly a heavy rain, a warm and muggy night, the sound of crickets, a cold beer on a hot day (...)
The sliding glass doors throw wide open to catch the early morning breeze and look out on the sunlit view as he sang along with Nat Cole. He always struck me in these moments as being a very happy man. Whenever i hear that distintive dry voice i think of my father and of Africa in the early morning.