Tom's most well now, and got his bullet around his neck on a watch-guard for a watch, and is always seeing what time it is, and so there ain't nothing more to write about, and I am rotten glad of it, because if I'd a knowed what a trouble it was to make a book I wouldn't a tackled it, and ain't a-going to no more. But I reckon I got to light out for the Territory ahead of the rest, because Aunt Sally she's going to adopt me and sivilize me, and I can't stand it. I been there before.
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Mark Twain
R.I.P.,
Hadley Caliman. Rock fans know the jazz saxophonist for the wispy, ethereal
opening declaration he contributed to Santana's
Caravanserai. Here he is in 1979 with Freddie Hubbard (that's Leon Thomas on scat):
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