A Banks Street Story

Two-month-old Bobby did not hear the knock at the front door on that fateful, Holy Saturday afternoon in New Orleans, March 26, 1932. He did not see the two policemen with their shiny NOPD badges standing in the doorway assigned to deliver the dreaded news. He did not witness his three sisters, ages six to twelve, holding on to one another, or hear his older brother, who was only eleven, cry out "What are we going to do?" He was unaware that the knock on the front door would change the live...