When I was about 25 I was living in an apartment in Omaha, NE. I would occasionally visit a small record store in town and on one of those visits I bought the album, Little Milton Sings Big Blues. I really liked it and played it quite a few times.
A few months after I bought the album, an upcoming Little Milton show was announced for the Carter Lake Ballroom on the outskirts of town. I decided to take the opportunity to see him live. The Carter Lake Ballroom was a huge old building with a stage at one end, a large dance floor, and about a 2 dozen small tables in the back.
I arrived at the venue a bit early and found they had filled the dance floor with chairs to accommodate the guests. I decided to sit at one of the small tables in the back and it wasn't long before the Ballroom began filling up with people there to see the show. Shortly before Little Milton's show was about to begin, a nice middle aged couple stopped by my table and asked if they could join me. I said, "Sure."
The show was great and the 3 of us enjoyed it together.
As near as I could tell, of the several hundred people there for the show, I was the only one who wasn't black.
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