Farewell to a quiet man, soft-spoken, unhurried. We met and visited for the first and only time at the National Heritage Awards (2002?) in Washington, D.C. We said ordinary things, made small talk as old neighbors will; I felt I had known him all my years. But when he went out and played his music, it sang, danced, shouted, listened, healed. Real music, profound communication from one of God's good ones, among us for too little time.