Pictured: Gil Scott-Heron and my cousin Fred, circa 1966. Wrote a bit today about how this photo came to be taken. Story begins: “Last summer, a couple weeks after the poet and musician Gil Scott-Heron died — felled, at age 62, by some combination of crack and HIV, or perhaps by what he called “the spirits” — I found myself on the phone with one of his old high school classmates, trying to verify a rumor I’d started…”
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