I especially love Quarantined Trumpeter Plays Unforgettable Rendition Of John Lennon’s ‘Imagine’.

Reminds me of my father. Dad was a professional jazz trumpeter from age 14- he lied about his age to get into the Musician's Union- until age 51 when he died of cancer.

Dad kept a pocket trumpet in his car's glove box. Stuck in traffic, he got out and played for drivers. People loved it.

During a family vacation, Dad suddenly stopped the car. He walked to a fence and serenaded cows in a farmer's field. Hearing the music, the cows lifted their heads and ambled over to the fence to him.

We kids laughed, delighted.

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