Bye Bye Blackbird sneaks up on you. It gets dressed, waves to the mailman, catches a bus, stops off at church to light a candle, then tosses coins to a swingy little band on the street … it shows up at the bar, orders a drink, cracks all its knuckles, gives one of those big yoga stretches, takes a seat, downs the drink in a single swallow and signals the guy in the back with the lights. Let’s do this.