I received the message from my daughter. Pine had left the earth. Ninety-seven years, and change.
A most beautiful, and gentle man.
His priorities in life mirrored mine. He loved the music, and he loved the ladies.
hearing of his passing, an image came to mind. I saw all of humanity standing
in a queue.
From the moment that we are born, we find our place in the line of
Some of us feel the need to cut in line, and some of are placed there
Single file, we all march forward.
When someone like Pinetop leaves us, the pace seems to accelerate, as if a larger than normal gap has been formed.
remember the night that this photograph was taken.
It was Christmas, 2009, and
as we approached the table to share a meal, a young lady passed in front of us.
She couldn’t have been more than twenty years-old.
As she walked by, Pine was
‘checking it out’,
and I asked him if there was still the fire of appreciation
at the age of ninety-six.
He replied, with a bit of sadness and despair in his
“Rick, I still loves the ladies, but there ain't nothing that
I can do about it anymore.”
That’s when I fell in love with this man.
hold you in his arms,
because that great blues band in heaven........just got a lot better!