Our Girl In Chicago, Terry Teachout’s partner in blog, reminds us that that yesterday was Philip Larkin’s birthday. I admire Larkin’s poetry more than his reactionary jazz criticism, so I celebrate him half enthusiastically. Nonetheless, it is a reason to call your attention to a Larkin poem we recently posted, along with one by Miller Williams, during the discussion of Tom Sancton’s book Song For My Fathers about growing up in New Orleans and in traditional jazz. If you missed it or would like to read it again, go here.