Back in the early 1960s when I was in undergrad school, this was my favorite jazz song. I liked so much that I voted for Don Shirley several years running in Playboy magazine’s annual poll for Best Jazz Pianist of the Year.

   Nor was I the only one who thought so. He always got votes besides mine in three figures. Nor did my vote help all that much. A fellow named Brubeck kept winning, year after year.