The Green Oath
The city breathed jazz. It breathed it from every corner bar on 125th Street, from the speakeasies behind brick walls in Lower Manhattan, from the saxophones that wept and laughed and screamed into the humid August night. New York in 1929 was a city that had forgotten how to be quiet, and Michael O'Connell loved it for that, even as he stood on the steps of a tenement in Brooklyn and watched...
0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 5 مشاهدة 0 معاينة