It began on a Tennessee highway with nothing more than a radio, a matchbox, and a spark of inspiration. What Pee Wee King and Redd Stewart sketched in the truck cab that night in 1946 became “The ...

If they weren't, the violin wouldn't tell the complete story of Julius Webb. It would still be the violin he played at Saturday night front porch get-togethers a hundred years ago, but taking away the ...

“Patti Page.” That perkily generic name virtually screams Early ’50s, when sweet girls were attired in organdy dresses and spotless reputations, and when demure female vocalists sang of doggies in the ...