Sunday morning we had French pastries, seven-grain cereal, and yogurt. Café au lait.

Hazel prepared for her radio program.

The Saints had won. She would mention that, on the air.

Two former aides to previous mayor Marc Morial had pled guilty to corruption charges. They would no doubt drag the former mayor down with them. As part of a plea bargain.

Morial is now head of the National Urban League.

She probably wouldn't mention that, on her program.

Hazel talked about all the records she had to keep, the rules she had to follow, different sets of rules, required by different groups of regulators, the station, the FCC, ASCAP, and BMI.

Big radio doesn't like people like Hazel playing alternative sounds, provocative sounds, different sounds.

So far, her audience still does, but it gets harder to do, every year. For Hazel.

Brenda set up the camera on a tripod out in a rehearsal hall and filmed me and Larry talking.

He asked me if I thought the people doing my [secret project] appreciated what I was up to, and had done.

I said, "We'll see."

Nobody knows but Larry.

How could they?

He asked me how they came to be doing it.

I said they called me, out of the blue. They had seen my web site and were intrigued.

They asked me if they could do a [secret project] on me.

I said, "Can you do a [secret project]?"

They said yes.

I said okay.

"They seem to know what they are doing," I said.

Not exactly a ringing endorsement.

"They're doing it on their own, without grant money, or institutional backing."

I wish them well.

I hope I didn't sound unenthusiastic.

I won't know until I see something, and they don't show anyone unfinished work, which is wise.