The summer of 1969 was the kind of summer that made you question every decision that had led you to that particular sidewalk at that particular hour. Cannonball Adderley stepped out of a yellow cab at 207 East 30th Street and immediately felt his shirt collar dampen.
The summer of 1969 was the kind of summer that made you question every decision that had led you to that particular sidewalk at that particular hour.
Cannonball Adderley stepped out of a yellow cab at 207 East 30th Street and immediately felt his shirt collar dampen.
He carried his Selmer Mark VI alto case by the leather handle the way a man carries something he's carried ten thousand times before--without thinking, the way you carry your own arm...
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The summer of 1969 was the kind of summer that made you question every decision that had led you to that particular sidewalk at that particular hour. Cannonball Adderley stepped out of a yellow cab at 207 East 30th Street and immediately felt his shirt collar dampen. He carried his Selmer Mark VI alto case by the leather handle the way a man carries something he's carried ten thousand times before--without thinking, the way you carry your own arm...
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