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As much as we loved being able to rely on the sound being great every night, there’s a great momentum to being on the road.

Beauty was also coyly positioned, always in view of my and my brother’s drifting curiosities, like the framed print of “Jammin’ at the Savoy” by Romare Bearden that she hung just outside the kitchen’s entrance that I loved so much, that I sometimes wanted to live inside of, debonair and irreducibly cool like Bearden’s jazz men.

I secretly loved how the flower craned skyward, never quick to diminish its presence, what I considered its sharp elegance.

How often do you take walks with a loved one? — those things got sanded down.

He continues: “But what I loved, loved, loved is how Mike totally captured Charles’ journey from taking his spying very seriously to realizing, ‘No, no, no. There’s something human here that I need to tend to.’