TimepieceChapter 5
Timepiece: 5. "Did ya like it?" Wendy asked. "I'm in shock," I confessed. "They're pretty good," she said. "Now, we're going to see the raw side of music." She set up her watch, grabbed my hand and wound the stem. We appeared outside a barrelhouse someplace south of Memphis in the Mississippi Delta, that flat flood plain that stretches from just south of Memphis to just past Vicksburg, Mississippi. The area is a warren of dirt roads and crossroads juke joints. She couldn't or...