I’ve always suspected it would be a song that transforms this often barbaric and brutal world into a kinder one where humankind can’t help but be decent to one another. I just never realized it had been recorded more than 45 years ago.
Last Sunday I brought a copy of Jimmy Smith’s The Sermon to Roanoke Vineyards, where I was scheduled to work for the day. I’d been bringing a few discs from my jazz collection to the winery, all with the hope of keeping the North Fork swinging at all …