“Hey, kid, right on time.” Marvin Weismann waved from his deck. His trademark cigar was dangling dangerously out of his mouth. “I don’t want to upset the teacher.” Kate followed Merlot up the deck steps and into Marvin’s arms. She gave him a big hug and a kiss and took a seat at the patio table. “Why do you keep that cigar in your mouth even though you don’t smoke anymore?” “Habit, I suppose.” When she had moved in two years ago and met Marvin and his wife, Clara, she thought they were a nice elderly couple. Over time she would run into them on the beach, and she divulged she was in the music business. It was months before Kate realized her neighbor was the Marvin Weismann, owner of Blue Vinyl Records. Blue Vinyl was the premier record company in its heyday, and several legends were born there. She and Marvin found they enjoyed a genuine love of music, and the trappings of the music industry faded in the backdrop for them.
