Phone rang out of the blue, and it was Gatemouth. He's on his way to M.D. Anderson Cancer Clinic in Houston tomorrow. Lung cancer and emphysema. Bad situation. They need to get his lung capacity up before they can operate, and even if they do they're not sure he can survive the surgery. If they can't operate he says he doesn't want chemo and radiation so they give him less than a year. But, if they can get his lung capacity up and he does survive surgery, they say his chances are good for a full recovery. I'm hoping for the best. Told him I could give his family and manager a place to stay over here in Beaumont if they needed it. Told him I loved him, and I'd be over to the hospital to see him as soon as I could. Yeah, I know, he's a cantankerous 'ol gunslinger, but he's been my friend for over 30 years, and I truly believe he's a legendary American minstrel, a poet, a philosopher, one of the greatest guitar players to have ever strapped on an electric guitar. I don't think he's gotten the exposure and respect in America that he deserves although he's well respected in Europe. But I've heard him, I've seen him just blister a bandstand decade after decade, I've listened to his philosophy about life, music, and particulary the blues. And I thank God and consider it a privilege to have heard and played his music and to be his friend. So, I'm gonna try to be with him to the end whenever and wherever that may be. I'm gonna focus on that through all of this. If y'all want to write something to him, send it to my email: firstname.lastname@example.org, and I'll print it and take it over to the hospital.