W. C. Handy Quote

The name of my ailment was longing, and it was not cured till I finally went to the department store and counted out the money in small coins before the dismayed clerk. When I came to the house, I held up the instrument before the eyes of the astonished household.


Father of the Blues: An Autobiography of W. C. Handy (ed. 1947)


The name of my ailment was longing, and it was not cured till I finally went to the department store and counted out the money in small coins before...

The name of my ailment was longing, and it was not cured till I finally went to the department store and counted out the money in small coins before...

The name of my ailment was longing, and it was not cured till I finally went to the department store and counted out the money in small coins before...

The name of my ailment was longing, and it was not cured till I finally went to the department store and counted out the money in small coins before...