What might I possibly offer to the long and distinguished commentary and praise of Blues artist B. B. King, who died on May 14, at the age of 89? I saw him only once in concert, early in Howard and my relationship, probably in 1971 or 1972, when I had just begun graduate school at the University of Maryland. He performed in the Terps’ huge basketball stadium, where Howard had also seen him play years earlier as an undergraduate at the university.
They called it stormy Monday, but Tuesday is just as bad