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  • Back in the late 70's, on one of our many trips to Mexico, Vera and I decided to spend a few days in Mexico City after a week getting a tan in Ziuatenejo, a fishing village on the coast. We booked a room at the Hotel Majestic, a lovely colonial style hotel overlooking the Zocolo. in the heart of the city.

    After coming back from dinner, we decided to have a night cap in the roof top bar of our hotel. We discovered a talented pianist at the piano bar and introduced ourselves to the other patrons. They were mostly Americans with a few Germans. The pianist was very affable and encouraged us to sing along while he played old standards. That was all we needed and so we sang along. He was amazed that we knew so many of the lyrics.

    We spent the remaining evenings at the piano bar and had fun singing the verses of old songs to see if he could recognize and play the chorus. I wish I could remember his name but the fog of age is too thick.

    On our last night in Mexico City we had our usual night cap and told him we were flying back to the states the next day. He told us to stick around after closing and introduced us to his brother who was visiting from Argentina. His brother knew no english, but with my fractured spanish and lots of hand gestures we got along fine.

    When he closed the last set, he and his brother led us to his car. They took us to this night club that was packed. But, miraculously, a table and four chairs appeared on the edge of the crowded dance floor. As we were shown to the table, he acknowledged the applause coming from the crowd. We found out that he was TV star and was used to VIP treatment when out and about in Mexico City.

    We had a marvelous time and the band even got Vera up, put a sombrero on her and encouraged her to join in. She needed no further
    encouragement and danced with the band leader. Yes, friends are everywhere if you look.

    When the night was over, they wouldn't let us pay a thing and dropped us back at the hotel. As we walked to the door, they kept waving and shouting, "Goodby Teem and Bera".
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