Tomorrow’s the last day of school here in Irvine. I walk by my son’s room . . . he’s studying for his last finals and listening to bebop piano music, which is not on his normal playlist.
“What you listening to, Mr. Noodling Jazz Musician?” I ask.
“Thelonious Monk,” he says.
“Is that part of an assignment?” I know he’s been studying the Harlem Renaissance in English.
“No, it just helps me study.”
He’s in 10th grade now . . . he continues to improve his study habits and time management so I pretty much let him do things the way he wants to.
“OK. Let me know if you need anything.”
By this time tomorrow, my little boy will be halfway done with high school . . .