Tex was a good friend of my wife since she used to sneak down to Washington Square Park in Greenwich Village when she was a teenager circa late 1950s.
After he moved to Canada, he used to call every few months to chat; always after midnight when the rates were cheaper.

We always knew a few days in advance that he was going to call. My wife or I got the feeling it was time to talk to him and within a day or two the phone would ring just after midnight.
He never gave out his number and Caller ID wasn't around, so we always waited for him to call

We got that feeling in '99 and waited expectantly, but after a week, we were worried and tried - unsuccessfully - to contact his sister in NYC. I got online and discovered his passing.

Got some memorable photos - Tex on my sofa with a guitar and cat in his lap; one he gave us of him on a motorcycle - s publicity shot from one of his acting roles.

Miss the big man.