Every Wednesday, Whitey would gather up his guitar, shades, low-slung hat, and head on down to Ol‘ Tom’s Backroom, a dark bar on a street that had seen a better day, that filled its midweek lull with an open mic.
Every Wednesday, Whitey would gather up his guitar, shades, low-slung hat, and head on down to Ol‘ Tom’s Backroom, a dark bar on a street that had seen a better day, that filled its midweek lull with an open mic.