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I Thought I Heard Buddy Bolden Say

Tuesday, May 25th, 2010

Alan C. Elms Midnight in New Orleans.  Mud beneath his feet.  Above, more stars than he had ever seen at one time.  Around him, the smells of a city that might have just entered the twentieth century: horse droppings, raw sewage, a hint of honeysuckle.  Wood smoke.  Maybe coal smoke too, though he hadn’t smelled […]

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