My first memory of Tex: Performing at the Carden Street Cafe in Guelph, where the proprietor made the fatal error of paying him a small fee plus all he could eat - a challenge cheerfully accepted...

Visiting him in the middle of the night (did the man ever sleep?) at 68 Walker Avenue and talking, and talking...

Wandering down Yonge Street, again in the late small hours, and elsewhere, eating the best goulash I've ever had...

Last time I saw him, on a visit from Australia (me, not him) just before the premiere of 'The Freshman'.

Damn, I still miss him, cameraman's vest, great boats of shoes and all!