After reading Mark Shanahan’s front-page story Saturday about Scullers’ beastly decision to let Fred Taylor go, I called the nightclub to request that I be taken off its mailing list (“Another blow to the local jazz scene: Legend Fred Taylor ousted at Scullers’’). Jazz has been Taylor’s life, and he has enriched ours for more than 40 years — first as the impresario at Paul’s Mall and the Jazz Workshop on Boylston Street, and later as the entertainment director at Scullers. I got to know him when I worked on the old “Good Day!’’ talk show and booked many of his acts for our own.

Every time I went to see an act at one of Taylor’s clubs — from Mose Allison, to Bill Evans, to a young, largely unknown singer named Bette Midler (she was the opening act for impressionist David Frye) — he was invariably there, enjoying the music and chatting amiably with his customers.

A year and a half ago, on a lovely summer night, I went to see the Manhattan Transfer at Scullers, and yes, Taylor, now in his 80s, was on hand, still running the show. I had a chance to tell him what a thrill it was to see he was still going strong.

The stars are obviously out of alignment. Big Papi is gone; Donald Trump is in; and Freddy Taylor is out. It doesn’t bode well for the coming year.

Terry Ann Knopf

Brookline