Wendy:
I crashed on your living room floor c. 1965. Artie Gold must have connected us.
I knew Avi, Tex and (swear it's true) "gave" Sean Gagnier (b. John Gonyea) his name
one day at his Hutchinson Street apartment.

I remember Bruce's room above the Blue Lantern, before it became the Penelope.
(BTW - Gary Eisencraft, O"H, passed away in California a few years ago.)

Big Joe Williams, of Blessed Memory, stayed in one of the upstairs rooms, too when he played in the coffee house below. I used to carry his guitar, read menus to him
and help him send money orders home; he signed his name with an X. Functionally illiterate, he drove himself all around the US for years. When he came to Montreal ("Montreal Blues"), he packed his own frying pan; he fried chicken for me one evening.   The man had incredible stamina. I spent ten glorious days with him; I was about 18 at the time and free as a bee.

I remember you rising early in the AM, lighting a cigarette and looking tenderly at the
hippies snoozing on the floor. There was a large hirsute guy from NY named Harley crashing there, who your landlord freaked out over and verbally assaulted in the stairwell.

I would see Tex regularly in Toronto, in the '70s - '90s and drive him to his doctor's appointments out in Scarborough. You shoulda seen my little Toyota truck just lean over when he stepped in.

Check out my CDs: The Yiddish ones are on Tzadik Records.
Kame'a Media       http://www.kamea.com

Glad to learn you have =nakhes= from your son.

Peace.

Wolf