CHAPTER EIGHTJesse was working long hours and sometimes seven days a week through the winter of 1973-74 to establish himself as a reporter. He did stories on blood drives and fundraising campaigns and new mental health facilities. Heads of social service agencies clamored for his attention. This was flattering at first, but Jesse had learned they were only after the free publicity of news coverage to increase donations to their organizations.
He was playing guitar almost every day at noon with Butch, who moved into the apartment next door on the second floor of 1114. Butch came home for lunch from his job as an insurance salesman. His sport coat and tie with dress slacks looked a little out of place with his shoulder-length blondish hair. Butch was a couple years younger and five inches s
