Making a musician out of Tin
The other night Tin and I were visiting my neighbor and a football game was on and his eyes were riveted to the TV set. My neighbor said, “He might be on the field one day,” and I said, “I’d rather him sing When the Saints Come Marching In than be one.” So I was watching a video about Deacon John and he said his mother cut his fingernails under a fig tree because there is an old Creole myth that if you do that your child will become a musician. Since T does the nail cutting, I told her to find a fig tree.