Wide shouldered, muscular jawed Houston Person blew into town like a freight train. The great tenor man played like the jazz giants we thought were all gone. Coaxing new energy into standards like "At Last " he brought the melody line down soft as a pillow. At 80 years old, sixty years of experience also tells you when not to play. When it's time to sit down and let the well oiled trio stretch out and run down some hard worn tracks. The piano player never stopped smiling, the drummer clickety-clacked and hammered solos as well as whisking cymbols with a dexterity you never thought possible. Glorious. Don't miss it next year.