If It Isn’t Luck What Is It?

If It Isn’t Luck What Is It?

It’s a sweltering August afternoon in Miami and the bus isn’t air-conditioned in 1955. I’m twelve years old and I’ve been to Burdines downtown and lunch with my daddy at Polly Davis Cafeteria which he manages. Packages in hand, I board bus #28 and head home to S. W. 6th Street. While I’ve taken Bus […]

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