Louis Armstrong, 64, took his golden trumpetblewand the Wall didn't come tumbling down. Never mind. It was a mighty blast anyway. Cheering throngs of East Berliners, from the youthful hip to the Party drip, shelled out a capitalistic 15 to 25 marks ($3.75 to $6.25) apiece just to soak up all that jazz. Playing to packed houses on his four-week trip behind the Iron Curtain, Satchmo neatly muted the inevitable questions on race and politics ("Some of my best friends are Southern whites," he grinned) and gave the Volk encores and encores of Blueberry...
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