It was another picture perfect sunset at Palisades Park last night, the kind of evening that makes you feel grateful to be living in Southern California. The sky was aglow, palm trees were swaying in a cool ocean breeze and people, everywhere, were out in full force communing with nature. It was like a Hollywood production, complete with its own soundtrack. Someone appeared to be farting to the tune of When the Saints Go Marching In. I went to investigate and, sure enough, the Rogue Trombonist -- a novice musician known for practicing outdoors -- was at it, again ...!