When Ernie took the gig in Paris his one intention was to enjoy the girls, the wine, the food and to a lesser extent the opportunity to play Jazz with some great fellow musicians. He wasn’t disappointed, but he hadn’t planned on falling in love, getting married and becoming a Father. He matured almost overnight, and Ernie would be the first to admit to the fact that he was overwhelmed, out of his depth, and scared to death.
‘Ernie in Paris’ is a short story adapted from my novel ‘The Women in Ernie’s Life’. The ‘city of lights’ changed him in more ways than one, and I think it made him a better person. What do you think?