Monday, May 13, 2013


 I left Lonnie's School of Hair Design one afternoon during the Summer of '58, and saw a man run out of a building across the street.  Another man followed and fired a gun.  Man #1 clutched his chest and fell in the middle of the street - just as in the movies.  The street was soon filled with people including police.  I hurried to the nearby safety of our family music store.  My parents were very skeptical of  my story, but the next day, read in the Beaumont Enterprise that a man named "Banjo Red" had been murdered on Crockett Street. 

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