I walked into The Haven Pizzeria, as I fairly frequently do, to pick up some food to go. Cheri and I alternate cooking at home with “shopping” for groceries at one of our local restaurants. We live in a walkable neighborhood. Smaller houses for the most part, closer together. It’s about a mile from our door to The Haven.
As I’m sipping my Pinot Noir, awaiting my order, the manager and I chat. Arturo is a father and husband, as well as a good leader of the team at the pizzeria. His wife and very young boy attended one of our monthly gigs at The Haven. I’m in a trio called Blue Hooz. We do gigs around San Diego county, mostly at family-friendly locations. Our fan base includes kids and dogs. I’ll never forget our gig a couple months ago at The Haven when Arturo’s son stood on a booth seat for every song, pumping up and down with a permanent grin on his face, transfixed by the live music in front of him, for two solid hours.



