Reflections on a life at the piano: Portrait of Harry Whitaker on the wall of the Mezzrow jazz club. T.J. E. — 1 —
One night at Smalls, the venerable jazz club on West 10th Street in Greenwich Village, I asked Spike Wilner, the venue’s proprietor, “Whatever happened to that beautiful cat that used to haunt this place?” (Though I can’t verify it as fact, it’s possible that across America, many jazz clubs have an official house cat that slinks around the club. A cat amongst cats, as they say in the jazz world.)
Spike raised an eyebrow. “Minnow.
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