Famous not Famous

I don’t remember the first time it happened. An introduction followed by the inevitable question, “Where’s your band?”

I’m an old man now and a curmudgeon who avoids humanity, so the only time it happens is when I have some new malady that needs treating. Last month it was cataract surgery with a different surgeon than the one who took care of my other eye. The office people are nice enough and the doc was a cheery fellow who tried to upsell me on laser surgery to bring my eyes close to perfect. He wanted to know where my clarinet was and I explained the actual Glenn Miller played the trombone…