Some guy named Wynton...

The band grabbed a quick lunch on the street yesterday afternoon and was then welcomed to the festival by a trumpet player named Wynton Marsalis. He was somewhat hip, slightly laid back, moderately personable, had a couple words of wisdom for the festival participants -- it really was no big deal.

I kid you.

Everything about it was the cat's pajamas. Wynton's welcome will stay with me for a long time, and I'm confident that the students felt the same way. Don't take my word for it, though. Ask them!