I licked my dry lips and spoke,'I am sorry, Mrs Cranfield, I made a stupid mistake, I... ''A mistake! A mistake!' She almost spat the words back at me... eyes full of anger, ' I need more than that for an apology and an explanation, young man. What on earth was going through that head of yours? What possessed you?'Whether it was in her words or in her tone or in her look, something touched a chord in me and I leaned forward to stare straight into her eyes and responded with a new-found. I talked to Mrs. Hancock, the school secretary and she said her mother has a '39 Ford sedan in pretty good shape that she wants to sell. I guess she's getting too old to drive it and just wants it out of her garage. I thought maybe you could go with me to look at it since you probably know a lot more about cars than I do." You bet! When do you want to go?" Well, I said I'd try to get there sometime this afternoon so that gives us some time to do some driving lessons if you don't mind." I don't. A sound that would get you swaying, moving your feet and feeling happy." I shook my head. "That is a very simplistic explanation and I don't even think that I have got to the core of it. Whatever the reasons, the sound makes me happy." Twenty or thirty musicians?" Cate was shocked. "How could they get that many together?"That was an easy one. "Back in the thirties, jobs were scarce, here and in the States. Music and dancing was one way to allow people to forget for a moment the struggle of low. . "no more pain... no more suffering... just bliss... quiet oblivion and bliss... all you need to do is say the word... one little word and it will be over... no effort... no strain... just a word... just say it... say it... is that so hard...??? so much to ask...???" and here calm and almost quiet begins to rise... soft tones replaced by deeper meaning... menace growing... a return to what was before and now... words clipped... the spaces between them more blinks than breaths and with my mouth.