Tone Woods


Arrived in the Moose Jackson Cafe in Iron Mountain and was amazed at the quality of music-----LIVE!  

Drinking chai and having a sandwich with Mary.  Life is joy, life is full of surprises.  The band, Tune Woods, just got finished playing "Mr. Bojangles".    


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