When The Last Leaves Fall

Greenwood, Mississippi 1943 It was five minutes before the town bell would announce noon. The door to The Mississippi Jug breezed closed behind the stranger. Leather case in hand, he straightened his waistcoat. His gaze judged the face of each man. Only the women reacted to the new arrival in the juke joint, appraising theContinue reading “When The Last Leaves Fall”