I met Ted back in the mid sixties. He was a couple of years older than me with means little as grown adults but as kids, it meant the difference between the big kids and the little kids. It didn't seem to matter to Ted that I was a little kid. He played guitar and that inspired me to learn but when I had my first lesson the instructor told me my hands were still too small and to wait a few years. Ted thought that was just stupid and taught me how to play my first song anyway which was The House of the Rising Sun. I still play that song and each time I do I remember sitting with him at his folk's home down at the lake in Shwa’s south end where we both grew up. Our paths crossed from time to time as we grew older on the odd job site, at parties, weddings, the Gathering of Old Friends, the occasional funeral and of course, at the Atria. Ted took the time to privately advise me how to best do my time pointing out the importance of respect, etiquette and fearlessness the night before my own sentencing which proved invaluable to me. I knew Ted as a decent, generous and fair man. One of the good guys.