Goodbye!

To go on record, I got word last night that one J.J., the GM of the local jazz outlet that once was the darling of the beleaguered jazz listener has taken a hike, done a sayonara, abandoned her post, bolted for the door, waived the yellow flag, in the middle of a doomed fund drive that had consumed two months and counting and had already brought in half of the goal. Was it the $$$? She ain't talking, but I'll be asking, thass fo'sure.

Don't let the door hit you.