Many, many moons ago in Seattle, late in the evening on a subway with no destination, three men slept. They wanted to go to the London Bridge and jump into the Thames. They were coming from a group class on geography. Julio, Martin and Geoffrey know each other from class, but are ignoring each other on the train. They are falling asleep to the sounds of the clickety clack and rickety rack of the train car. They are almost to their unknown destination. The just sanitized train has no smell. They are thinking about Jazz music and getting together to play. They are feeling funky and groovy. The conductor his brother and mother, were all fans of the groovy, funky, jazzy band. They made it to the London Bridge and had their first concert and jumped into the Thames.