Chapter 10. Mr. B Goes to Washington, Part One
I must have been quite a sight getting off the Trailways bus in what was then a not-so-nice part of Washington, D.C. in late August 1967. Was I actually wearing my madras shirt with tan chino pants, white socks, and loafers? I had with me a few shirts and several ties and two corduroy jackets, that may have had leather patches on their elbows. They all fit in the small suitcase I grabbed from the side of the bus.
No backpacks in those days, and I doubt I even had a briefcase. Not exactly Midnight Cowboy but certainly a stranger in a strange land.
Sleazy bars lined the street, and one of them was featuring one of my favorite unsung guitar heroes, Link Wray.
That poster was the first thing I saw. It was a good sign.