Throughout the 1960s, Dude’s alarm clock rang at 4:00 a.m.—Saturdays, Sundays, holidays included. An hour or so later he was unpacking tins of shoe polish—black, brown, cordovan, and neutral—along with his well-used brushes, buffers, and rags. He kept the tools of his trade in a decades-old wooden box that he carried under his left arm.… Continue reading Dude, the Lost Wireman