Pittsburgh Jazz Night

My father was a little obsessed with music. I learned so much from him. One night, when I lived in Pittsburgh, I decided to go out to a jazz club by myself. I was about 35 or so years old at the time and I was sitting at the bar, alone. Sitting next to me was a black gentleman in his sixties who came to hear the music as well. We started speaking about Jazz and I started to reel off names of Jazz singers I enjoyed. He was quite shocked to see and hear that a petite Jewish girl from the south knew so much about Jazz.