<table><tr><th>From:</th><th>Noam Chomsky &lt;</th></tr><tr><td>Sent:</td><td>Sunday, December 6, 2015 5:08 AM</td></tr><tr><td>To:</td><td>jeffrey E.</td></tr><tr><td>Cc:</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Subject:</td><td>Jazz concert</td></tr></table>

I was a hit at the jazz concert with my elegant new =weater this evening. Wearing it even helped, I think, to move me a f=w steps towards the day when I'll be able to distinguish one piece f=om another.

Special concert for us. One trombone player is=a close friend, Jay Keyser. He had a terrible fall a year ago, was a=most completely paralyzed, told he would never be able to use his hands, l=t alone walk. With fantastic determination he fought his way out of it. Now back to playing trombone in his jazz grou= (Aardvark). Can type. Walks with a walker a mile a day by him=elf. A real mirade. He's regularly invited to medical g=oups to lecture on how he did it. So watching him play was a mehaye (as they used to say in Coney Island).

Valeria will send a picture all of us on the stage &=8211; me in my resplendent garb.

Very interesting afternoon, though I still think that Gromov is on the wron= track. Time will tell.

Noam