In October of 1980, I was sketching the Sealtest ice cream sign on Broadway in Nashville when a guy came up and asked me to draw his portrait.
He struck a pose but jerked around from time to time to look up and down the street. Then he eyed me narrowly. “You’re not a cop, are you?” I assured him I wasn’t.
He asked me where he could get a Thompson.
“What’s…
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