He left school at thirteen and joined his brother’s jitney business, carrying passengers during the day. At night they delivered whiskey to juke joints in Deep Ellum. Laughter and her blues floated out into darkness, where he sat alone with the goods, listening, clutching a razor and his brother’s gun.
6.05 / May 2011
Why My Grandfather Had All Those Bessie Smith Records
Barry Basden
6.05 / May 2011