The Blues & Billie Armstrong 42
THE PICTURE OF CERTAINTY
Previously in The Blues & Billie Armstrong…
But Alice started walking away, and I hurried to catch up. “Come on,” she said. “I think I’d like to find Billie before Hank does.”
I forgot myself and said, “Yeah, me too.” Which got a sideways look from Alice.
Down at the end of Parkview, the midway built to its gaudy crescendo.
The Flying Bobs with the big stereo speakers booming out the swampy guitars of Run Through the Jungle by Creedence, and the mighty Zipper towering over the cars on First Street, its riders screaming into the sky.