Rick Fielding mentioned that anyone who knew Tex König for more than a month had a Tex story. I knew him for about 30 years and have been thinking about some of mine in the past few days.

I was 15 when I met Tex in 1969. He lived here in Montreal in the late-'60s and early-'70s. I was just getting into the folk scene and wanted to know everything about folk music and the people that made it. Tex taught me a lot in my green days and we had a friendship that stretched across the decades.

Not long after we met, Tex invited me over for lunch at his cold-water flat on St. Andre Street in the east end. I arrived at the appointed hour and knocked. No answer. I waited a couple of minutes and knocked again. Soon this mountain of a man (and hey, I'm 15 years old then) opens the door wearing nothing but a skimpy towel around his waist. I had visions of my innocence flashing before my eyes.

I needn't have worried, that was just Tex.

BTW, he made a great mushroom omelet.

Mike Regenstreif