I met Daddy on several occasions. The first time was in Seattle, way back when, and I took him out to dinner. Afterwards he gave my partner and me a tour of Seattle's old street hustle spots. He seemed to know them well, throwing in anecdotes about a guy here and there. We met later at several of the Palm Springs Weekends. I find that his death shakes me more than I had expected as it seems another era is gone.