No one outside Nashville had ever heard of Billy Dice’s All-Stars until last night, when our drummer, Marty Marshall, fell through the plate glass window down at Clyde’s Country Corner.
We took Emmaline on what promised to be a particularly stormy night. It wasn’t hard to do, especially since all the police and alarm company people were right there in the mob with us.
I wrote Marie back. It was a love letter, a farewell card. That was over a year ago now. She responded, in a way, but then there weren’t any more letters.