Mrs. Culp Revisited: March 20, 1937

Frank gets a gig, Mrs. Culp's feet hurt

Wouldn't you know it? Mrs. Culp's expensive new shoes, purchased the day before in St. Petersburg, didn't fit comfortably. "The right shoe hurts, toes go to sleep just as before," she sighed in her diary entry. The early part of the day was devoted to marketing, a dentist visit, and some bridge. Her son Frank got a gig playing at the Brass Rail, a night…