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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