Yesterday driving Susan to the airport, I had one of those blanks where you can’t remember a person.

We’d been talking about Robert Parker’s Spenser books, and I remembered a throw away line where Spenser is sitting in an hotel room watching the news, and he notes that the anchors voices get deeper as the evening progresses, and if the trend continued, the midnight news would be read by… and there I blanked.

“Who’s the guy with the deep voice? He was around before and after the Civil Rights Movement maybe? I think one of his names starts with an R? Ro…? Ro…? Ro…?”

No one knew. However it came to me coming back from the airport.

Paul Robeson!