[Pepperhead]

Weird day for me. I was working for an amusement company in the deep south. I had made my rounds collecting coins from all the pinball machines, juke boxes, and cigarette vending machines all over town. When I returned to the business, all the men who worked there and those who hung out there were hooting and hollering...celebrating. I had no idea what they were so happy about, and my role there was speak when spoken to...they were all a rough bunch, and I rarely even made eye contact with them. I turned in the coins and left to go back to my college dorm. I stopped at a junkyard to scrounge some parts for my hot rod and that's where I found out what had happened in Dallas, but didn't even connect the assassination to the men's behavior. It didn't click until a few years later, while in the military, I read in the Stars and Stripes that my boss, the owner of the amusement company had been charged with murder and was the Imperial Wizard of the KKK in my state.