The sailors came back one night, three weeks later, with a 6-pound cannon. They fired it into King’s house.
By day, he was a carpenter, hammering away at houses around town. After dark, he played his fiddle for dancers, drinkers and folks trying to forget their daily woes.
“We did ask [the developer] point blank if removal of the top story, the sixth story, was negotiable, but he didn’t really comment on that.”