I'm Glad It Wasn't Me

About fifteen years ago I was accosted by an unstable man at a jazz festival in the 18th & Vine district. Police broke up the noisy altercation. An officer later informed me that the man was wanted for murder- he'd recently stabbed someone 18 times. That's my sole scary moment in the jazz district. The best time I've ever had there may have come two weeks ago during the American Jazz Museum's anniversary celebration. I've posted a set of photos documenting the event here.