This was at the annual St Louis Jazz Fest during Wayne's irascible period (birth to death). He didn't like having his picture taken and he didn't like photographers. Hal had asked for a shot of him and Wayne. So when I tried, Wayne moved away. Hal called him back with a "Please" and Wayne said something under his breath and then, "OK, George...here you go!" He threw his arm around Hal and propped his leg up. The deadpan was intentional. Neat photo.

This was taken after a last set, likely in the a.m., and both were about to leave the Goldenrod Showboat. Wayne had put a wet handerkerchief across his forehead to cool off yet had on a jacket against the cooler night air off the Mississippi river.