Tex may have "returned to the Cosmic Mother," as some would say, but the memories live on.

I met Tex somewhere between '68-'69, at The Yellow Door. He tells me he's from New York.
I ask him, "why do they call you "Tex"? He tells me some guy in years past saw him and said, "God, you're as big as Texas!" So the name stuck, or he became Tex after that.

His real name was Albert. You're going to have to give me some latitude with that because it was only mentioned to me once, and I always called him Tex. If any of you can confirm that his real name was Albert, it would be nice.

He always carried "sawed-off chopsticks" in his vest pocket, should the opportunity for a nibble come his way. Artfully done chopsticks by the way.

We would go to the butcher shop to get inexpensive cuts, then turn them into delicacies by thin slicing them half frozen, then putting egg whites on top for 25 minutes, an old (Tai Chi) Master Lee receipe.

Those were. as they say, "the worst of times, and the best of times," depending on your mind set.

I know your out there somewhere old friend, singing a song, most likely by The New Tradition, Thanks Tex...Bobby