I first met Frank Hardy in the summer of 1925. He and his younger brother, Joe, had come to town from Bayport, New Jersey, on the trail of a missing waitress. I was walking out of Jackson's Drug Store when I saw them pull up on their red Indian Scout motorcycles. Even soiled from their five-day journey, they were both striking. Frank was wearing khaki pants, a collared shirt, and a maroon sweater.Read more about Confessions ... from Nancy Pearl about halfway down the page in her recent Books not to Miss piece at NPR ... and take a look at the book for yourself at Amazon ...
Friday, May 11, 2007
Now We Know
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