Fats Domino passed away this week. Being born in New Orleans meant you were aware of music and musicians at an early age. I was no exception.
Domino was a fixture in New Orleans, where he had soaked up the influences of the musical melting pot and, even after gaining fame, stayed in his old neighborhood where he would sometimes sleep outside in a hammock.
I can still remember the day in the 1960’s, when my parents, who loved to take long rides, drove us past the home of Fats Domino. It was not the first time, but it was the time that I remember that Fats Domino was sitting outside on the porch.
“Wave to him” one of my parents said. And I did.
Fats Domino waved back, creating a memory I can see to this day.as if it were yesterday.
Rest in Peace, Fats. We are gonna miss your presence.