Short #23: Forever on my Mind

July 17, 2011

Son House

In search of an idol who would not reject his social advances, he made a pilgrimage to Son House’s apartment in Rochester several months later, only to discover that the great blues singer was the laughing stock of his neighbors.

“Hi, Son!” they taunted him as Wilson escorted him to the corner liquor stor, their patronizing, simple-minded tone suggesting House’s dim-wittedness.

As House grew sodden on the wine Wilson bought for him, the blues fan suffered another letdown. The simple-mided blues singer became a surly drunk, bitterly cursing his wife as though she had ruined his existence.

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