I go looking for Woody…we were supposed to get Mexican for lunch. He wasn’t here & he wasn’t there. I went out to the bus to get something and there was Woody Shaw…Tai Chi in the parking lot. Woody’s retinitis completely ridded him and his dear heart of any worry concerning locale…he was finding room to move and …that was that…. We went and had rellanos and he spoke about Sammy Davis Jr.