Ms. Adams was a strange older lady who lived in Satchmo’s old neighborhood. Unlike most old ladies, she wasn’t friendly—she never asked kids about their parents, and she had a mean rottweiler, Brutus, whom she kept chained in her yard. She could often be seen chewing tobacco in her window and yelling at kids to get off her grass. There were rumors that she mixed her tobacco slime in with Brutus’s food to make him even meaner.