He wasn't the best looking guy, but you couldn't convince any of the girls of that. He was so cool that he must be beautiful! But he really didn't seem to care about that. He was headed in his own direction. And that day he took me along. Leaving Long Island and heading up I-95 in that one of a kind orange 283. We were on our way to Newport. He couldn't wait to see Dave Brubeck. That night I heard Maynard Ferguson for the first time. I don't know what changed my life more. That night with Maynard Ferguson, or that night with my big brother.

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