threeThree days, or perhaps a week later, but certainly long after Christmas, the steel door of Time & Space opened and five unkempt young men came out of the old building. Four were rockers, Asian-American bluesmen, members of Bobby Sun and Blues Dragon. Three of them turned right towards Fifth Street, but the band’s leader, Bobby Sun, and Robin’s husband, Mac Jenks, turned left towards Sixth.
A Filipino wino with hooks for hands staggered towards them asking for spare change.
“Spare change? I haven’t eaten all day.”
Mac pointed up Natoma. “Go up to Jimmy Huang’s Mission,” he said. “He’ll feed you.”
Mac was stocky but athletic. Black stubble grew from his cheeks and chin because he avoided shaving whenever he could. Mac was afraid of gashing his fingers, his hand, maybe even his throa
