Calhoun, Georgia. An autumn evening. I was supposed to be putting on a show with my band, The Grand Ole Optimists.
But that wasn’t happening. I was unable to perform because of a serious gas problem. “A gas problem?” said ticket holders who were being denied entrance into the Gem Theater.
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