Cue in the piano and then, wait for it—Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little,/Everytime we say goodbye, I wonder why a little,/Why the Gods above me, who must be in the know/Think so little of me, they allow…
For the last four years, I’ve been Toots McDougald’s next door neighbor. On the day I signed away my life to First Security Bank, I drove over to Locust Lane to survey the ruins. As I walked around my dilapidated…