I ventured up to Hollywood the other day to visit my Grandma and take her to the music store, Stein on Vine, where my cousin Eric holds court. It is easily one of the most recognized and oldest shops to still exist in the history of Jazz and Blues (since the late 40's). Hand-written Sinatra letters on the wall, no big deal...
Grandma Good always holding it down,
And maybe the fact it's the same guy running it through all these years adds to it's uniqueness.
Bearded coincidence in the beginning? or is it//