Frank’s partner, Carl Gibson, had a large waistband and chubby cheeks, with his hair cut into a dirty blond flattop. He wore a cheap Sears and Roebuck suit with a white shirt and a chocolate striped tie. He always smelled of Aqua Velva. Carl sat behind the wheel of his new De Soto, a pale … Continue reading A Frank Koenig Story: “The Stolen Car”
A Frank Koenig Story: “The Meridian Lounge”
The Meridian Lounge The Meridian Lounge on West 125th Street in Harlem featured local and up-and-coming jazz acts. The venue, smoke-filled and done in brass, contained a dozen tables, and the varnish had worn off the floorboards where the waitresses trekked from the bar to the patrons in the tight space. Alma Boudreau stood on … Continue reading A Frank Koenig Story: “The Meridian Lounge”
Mark T. Conard 