in the 1920s and 30s—a place where music bridged racial divides even when the law didn't. It reminds us that sometimes, a "fictional" song is the best way to keep a very real history from being forgotten.
The cat snatched the bread and retreated a few steps, settling down to wash his face. Oscar watched him for a moment. He saw a lot of himself in the stray. You play the gig, you take the scraps, you find a dry spot out of the wind, and you keep your dignity. You keep strutting, even when the alley is dark. alley cat strut oscar holden