Feeling nostalgic, remembering when local musicians invigorated the soul


A few days ago I sat inside the Blue Valley Bistro (formerly known as The Creswell Café) for the first time in seven months. A swarm of good memories came over me, as I realized how much has changed during the pandemic. Here is a little something I wrote after hearing music at the Café’ a few years ago.

Creswell Café (9/6/2013)

My father bought me my first harmonica for $1.75 in 1968 in a music store by the Bronx Zoo.  . . .