
"Come on you have to meet him," Lee insisted as he dragged me back outside.
"Ronny, this is Charlie Louvin. Charlie, this is Ronny Elliott."
He smiled again, shook my hand and held out the little styrofoam cup.
"Want some coffee?"
Well, Charlie and I strolled up and down the aisles, talking about music on the cd's and records that we found on the shelves. The Everly Brothers came on the store system and I innocently asked, "Did you ever fight like that?"
I felt the glare. "Fight like what?"
"I just wondered if you and Ira ever fought like Don and Phil," I stammered.
"Where did you hear that," he demanded.
"Well, you know, it's the legend. Isn't that why they broke up the first time?"
"No, they did not. They are lovely guys. They're brothers. They're family."
Suddenly I remembered all the stories about Charlie and Ira's terrible fights. Ira's terrible temper and drinking problems. I seem to recall that it was the end of their act.
Somehow, I managed to change the subject and he was soon laughing and telling stories. I'm just glad the Kinks didn't come on.
Sometimes I wish I had a brother.
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