There was a woman standing next to him with long, black hair, and they looked close in age. It dawned on me then that this wasn’t just a house that Ray picked up to operate out of. It was special.
“This is his childhood home,” I said, getting a better look at the photos.
“Yeah, and he’s not the only one that still comes down here,” Tank chimed in, holding up a diner menu with something scribbled on the front.
