Blacks in prison and what it has to do with the odd time I saw Johnny Cash

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It is in hindsight one of the most surreal moments of my entire life. It was, I think, 1994. 



Val and I were in Nashville to visit my brother, Eric. It was downtown at the Wild Horse Saloon on Second Avenue.



The huge place was practically empty ‘cept for me, Val, Eric, his first wife, their two young sons and Johnny Cash.



It was like 4 p.m., an hour in downtown