Tex was a long-time friend of my wife, since about 1955 in Greenwich Village. When I was courting her, I'd sometimes be on my way home to Manhattan from Brooklyn at 3am and cross paths with Tex going to visit her. :-D After he moved to Toronto, he would visit us whenever he was in NYC to see his sister. He also used to call about twice a year, always just after midnight when the rates were cheaper. We always knew a few days in advance - we'd suddenly think "I wonder how Tex is doing" or some such, and within a few days we'd get a call. It was only when that feeling came over us and there was no call that I began to worry and started digging around, only to find out he had died.
"A singer of tales and teller of songs."