In the morning we heard Traynor was dead. Some said fat, some said heart, some said alcohol, some said drugs. One of the children called from Detroit. Them dumb fans of his is on a crying rampage, she said. You just ought to turn on the t.v.

But I didn’t want to see ‘em. They was crying and crying and didn’t even know what they was crying for. One day this is going to be a pitiful country, I thought.