In a clattery, uptown bistro, not far from the studio where he once watched his father paint bold abstract masterpieces, Earl Davis contemplates the greatest loss of his life.
Helen O'Neill, AP Special Correspondent, Boston Globe: Entertainment
Sat, 10/23/2010 - 9:10pm
In a clattery, uptown bistro, not far from the studio where he once watched his father paint bold abstract masterpieces, Earl Davis contemplates the greatest loss of his life.