I met Clove for the first and last time at the Peppermint Lounge, outside Biloxi, Mississippi. It was a Sunday night. Over a few whiskies she’d told me  she was widowed, living with her grandmother.  She was full Choctaw– high cheekbones, raven black hair and deep-set brown eyes. She stood at about my height, 5’10” … Continue reading PEPPERMINT LOUNGE-1969