by Scott Sperling
As he surveyed the table, he overheard the strains of Gershwin’s “Rhapsody in Blue” playing in the adjacent room; he must have forgotten to turn the record player off. Unlike most people, he did not associate blue with sadness. He recalled the nights that he and his wife spent at The Blue Note: the long, joyous nights that always ended with two pairs of blistered feet. As the years stole their youth, they were relegated to only dancing the slow numbers and leaving after the first set. He shook his head to regain his focus. 2 Ball: corner pocket.
Scott Sperling is a sophomore majoring in computer science & business administration at the University of Southern California.