John and I went to visit another assisted living that is building and acquiring new residences in the Los Angeles area. I like to keep aware of other housing options for Mom.
As we walked in the door to the elegant lobby, languid piano and saxophone from some jazz music of the 1940s floated in the air.
"Music playing... coffee flowing... Club Sunset!" commented John.
"Sun-rise, John! Sun-rise!" I corrected him.
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