The Drum Lesson
A drum lesson takes a turn. I knocked on the door. An attractive, young, 40-year-old woman opened the door in a tank top and a thigh-length denim skirt. I could help but smile and give her a look up and down. “Hi, I’m Ed, and you must be Julia?” “Ah, yes, drummer boy,” she answered with a grin. “Come in. Can I get you coffee?” “Oh yes, please,” I replied as she led me to the kitchen. I noticed two things. The way she walked with an easy rhythm and a...