A hero

    Last night at Conundrum Jazz Sessions, we were chatting with Glynis the bass player and, like you do, asked how he's been. And he said he had just had a stroke and was in fact just out of the hospital. We sympathized and marveled that he seemed to be doing so well and asked him to tell the story. He said he was driving and he just passed out. His 8-year-old son reached his foot across and hit the brake to stop the car, then got Glynis' cell phone out and called 9-1-1. I gotta say, that kid is my absolute hero. And Glynis', too, no doubt.
    Glynis is only 53. He had spent the last decade or so in Japan and only came back because they were burning radioactive waste in Tokyo and handing out dosimeters. He's from Detroit but his wife is from here. He had thankfully little lasting effects from the stroke, though at the moment his right thumb is dead. But it's early days yet; hopefully function will return fully. But if he hadn't told us, we never would have guessed or noticed. It didn't affect his playing an iota. Best wishes to Glynis, and I hope to meet the 8-year-old hero one day.