Later I Get To Take A Taxi To The Hotel. I met him for the first time during the Blues Estafette in Utrecht in 2001. It proved to be my last time….! A stocky figure, a weather-beaten face, wearing a clean but cheap suit. With a sandwich in one hand and drink in the other… a bottle of water if I’m right. His eyes checking out the place, full of admiration of the things he did behold.  Read more