Learning to love jazz

Carl: I guess I got into jazz because of WTAR. You know, "we'll try another record." They meant it. Back then jazz was an integral part of popular music, and they might just as well play a Red Nichols record as a Guy Lombardo record. I started to figure out what I liked.

Carl's childhood home in Park View

Carl and I drove through Park View in Portsmouth today:

Much of the area was clearly razed in the sixties to make way for brick ranches, but a good many older houses remain, including the one Carl grew up in:

In this post, he related his first glimpse of a truck. He recalls sitting in the bay window (visible at the right of the house) when he saw it.

While driving around Portsmouth, we also saw Norcom High School. Carl relates:

I went to Wilson. That was the white school. Norcom was right next to it, but it was the black school. Totally separate. They both had football teams, but they never played each other, because white teams didn't play black teams. You really can't believe how... profound the separation was if you didn't grow up with segregation.