December 24, 1952

Before heading home, I went by the record store. I picked up a Thelonious Monk record. I just couldn't get last nights music out of my head. When I got home Eddie was waiting for me to take me to dinner. He saw the record in my hand and asked me to put it on. As soon as he heard it, he told me to turn it off. He said that wasn't real jazz. I explained to him that it was bop. He said he didn't like it, and to never play it around him.  Sometimes it is hard to be around Eddie when he criticizes my interests.

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