JP Creighton rising to shine on a rainy cloudy May Sunday;waiting for coffee, here.
I think it was Mission Impossible, but it may have been something else. This was at the cinema on Poplar Avenue, way out north of the Memphis State University. I had to take the bus to get out there, and after the film walk back, because the buses stopped running (a device I figured were designed to keep the Blacks in the inner city and out of the White suburbs).
I did enjoy my night trek back. I was just pleasantly buzzed, not stupid drunk.

