Previously in The Blues & Billie Armstrong…
Like an echo of my father, I yelled at Cronkite: “This country is coming apart at the seams!” I turned off the television and finished my unevenly cooked Swanson’s Fried Chicken Dinner in the darkening silence.
Saturday I planned to check the morgue for the July 18, 1969 issue of the Call & Record, hoping to find out what my mother had cut out of page 8.
It probably meant nothing, especially now, after my visit with Frankie Watkins, but at least I’d know.