Clarksdale receives you in sawdust and guitar strings: kerosene light in the windows, the Delta's dust on your shoes, a screen door creaking in the October dark.

You're a musician, a traveler, a bootlegger, a preacher, a drifter. The official story is you're here for the music. The knock at the screen door says otherwise.

Inside, twin brothers who came home from Chicago are watching you like a guest. On the porch, a polite Irishman is watching you like an invitation.

The juke joint opens tonight, Sammie's guitar is tuned, and the whole Delta is invited. The dead must be invited in, the Klan walks these roads, and the blues tonight will call more than dancers.

a) The juke joint, where Smoke and Stack are waiting.

b) The porch, where Remmick is knocking.

c) The bar, where Delta Slim is playing.

d) The Delta road, where the hunters ride.

Or tell the world who you are, and begin.