It was during one of those terrible February nights — blizzard winds with the streets packed tight with snow — at a jazz club in the East Village named Slug’s Saloon, packed with people haloed in cigarette smoke, that a woman named Helen Morgan walked up to one of the performers, her common-law husband, a rising… Read More
![](https://www.boweryboyshistory.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/ichm_lee-morgan-color_publicity_kcpab_francis_wolff.jpg)