Charley Pride’s Final Encore: How a Black Cowboy Serenaded the Whole Damn Planet
In Dallas, they buried Charley Pride last Saturday, which is ironic because for most of the planet the man was never really dead—just filed under “miscellaneous American curiosities” between line-dancing and deep-fried butter. Yet the flags at half-mast in Pretoria, the tango-inflected “Kiss an Angel Good Mornin’” covers in Buenos Aires dive bars, and the…