February 26, 1936

Turns out Mr. Lewis did a lot more than drive whilst I was asleep in the back seat. He contacted HEC! That’s short for Herman E. Calloway, my daddy. He went off and told him that he had me and was gonna be bringin’ me home to him today. I don’t know if I should be happy, nervous, or scared to death… then I had reason to be all but two of those. On our way down the road, me and Mr. Lewis gets pulled over by the coppers! They were poking around  looking for some kinda labor organizer that I ain’t never heard of. Can’t say the same for Mr. Lewis. He hadn’t only heard of them, but he is one of them. Boy was I glad I didn’t know that before them coppers came along, cause I woulda blew the top right off our lie!

APPEARING FRIDAY THROUGH SUNDAY IN JULY HERMAN E. CALLOWAYAND THE NUBIAN KNIGHTS OF THE NEW DEAL. Now it was time to meet the man for real. No turning back now. Saying bye to Mr. Lewis was hard, but this was my reason for taking out on the lam. Walking in the place where the sign was hung gave me that nervous feeling again. But I kept my stride quick until I reached the stage. There he was with a group of men, Herman E. Calloway. Looking at him I knew he was my dad. When that snaggletooth guy blurted out his business I didn’t even hear him. I just stood there, glad my eyes didn’t cry no more, and waited for my daddy to recognize me.