He was my neighbor for years, and though we were never friends, we often waved to one another and he wished me Merry Christmas one time when our shopping carts passed at the corner supermarket. He was a lovely, gentle man - I have nothing else to say about it, but I miss him. Terribly. It’s strange for me to see photos of him on my dashboard, but I understand it.
I will just add this one very small story; one night I was coming home from work, at about 2:30 AM, and we shared a common alley that ran (and still runs) behind where we lived, and it was always pitch black there, without proper lighting. I turned right into the alley, and came within a few feet of hitting him, because he was carrying things to his car, and it scared him, and he jumped backwards. I sort of waved “sorry!” and kept on my way, but I always remember that, because he obviously had a strong instinct to preserve his life - and I was so glad I had not hit him. That was the very last time I saw him, but I have lots of little memories, and we shared the same circle of friends, and even with his demons, everyone loved him. I still can’t listen to his albums - maybe, maybe one day….
And one last thing I will share is that he always had white lace curtains hanging in his windows, and you could see the necks of his guitars lined up underneath them. I always loved those white lace curtains, because I don’t know very many men who would have chosen those for their home, but he did, and it was very endearing.