You know I know so much about Joe, from living with him for the last 4 years at Davis, that 19-23 year old time period. How we met on a fluke, him having a black eye and working at the Gulf service station and me wondering what am I getting into trying to get a roommate for Davis, a "biker" dude? We spent thousands of hours playing together, from writing and playing music (I'm probably the only one alive that knows some of his original tunes he and I made up in the 60's.) Our little trek we all survived at Donner. The night before Joe and I saw Dr. Zhivago, the Russian winter scenes? He and I making weaving looms by hand (copied a retail one that Paula had bought) to sell at Christmas, being soooo worried that we made them perfectly (over sand, over stain, etc.) we made about $.10 hr. sold 3 or 4 and netted $35 for a month’s work. Living in all the places he and I moved together to and from, our first apt in Davis to Dixon and finally to the "J" street house where the bathroom was built on an old sunken porch, circa 1890. Me giving him his last guitar and telling him to get into real music, stuff that electronic crap for a while, and watch him touch it and remember all those years of making live music, priceless. Walking on beaches from Bodega Bay to Newport Beach, from fixing his Volvo at San Ysidro, our houses in Davis and Dixon, to fixing it at my uncle’s house in West Lake Village, to fixing it at my Dad’s house in Ontario, Ca. to towing it everywhere in between, the famous Volvo. Us taking scuba lessons at 5:00 am in the winter for a whole quarter and freezing our tails off and then missing our check-out dive in the ocean and never getting certified, Driving on that dirt bike all the way to Lake Mead, the vibration shaking us so bad. At my Dad’s in LA to fix another Joe mechanical vehicle problem. The engine one time was on our kitchen table for over a month! We had a radio program once at Davis, playing "our" music. (The station only had a 5 mile radius.) We did play on Bourbon Street, we played in the Grand Canyon, we also almost got kicked out of our apartment because we decided we wanted to add harmonica to our songs at 2:00 am on a week night, and we didn't know how to play it and not softly either! We took Clayton's wrath while helping build the cabin, made famous to us by yelling at Joe and I from above while we were attaching some log to a wench below, "NO FAIR HAVING FUN you two" Joe and I went to Utah to ski and meet the Brophy's, also went around the USA in my beat up VW and met Joe's grandmother in Columbia Falls once. Almost got thrown in jail another time in Canada for having some purple pills in the glove box, which were only generic pills for colds that were dispersed at Davis, but for two long haired "hippies" they were enough for us to have our car torn apart and us in custody for a couple of hours. Sleeping out in the Summer in New Mexico heat, mosquitos so bad Joe having to go into the car where the heat was so bad he almost suffocated with the windows up. Going to Tahoe one time and had no money so we hit every casino and went to every slot machine and pulled the handle to see if anyone had left with a pull left. Ended up making almost $6.00 doing that, enough back then for gas money back home. And then after decades of changing careers I decide to move out of Calif. and so he and I again spending hundreds of hours trying to build our website for my hotel in Nicaragua. He or I had never done anything so technical like that, and back then it wasn't as easy as 1,2 and 3. 40 years of maintaining the best relationship I could ever possibly want. Tremendous highs and lows, failures of great amplitude and magicians of about faces. It makes me so sad, and yet I am so happy having lived and shared so much with Joe. There was only one Joe, can't ever be another, and one was enough. - Dave Cardin * * * Thanks Dave for those memories. That old red Volvo was passed down to me. It was a 1958 with a six volt battery. It looked more like a car from the forties with its divided windshield. One time, when I was driving down Fair Oaks Blvd, the steering wheel popped off. Joe told me he bought it because he liked the way it looked. I thought it was the ugliest thing in the world. It was many years later I learned that being ugly was a major selling point for Volvo – that for some reason it was cool to be uncool. Too many memories. Thank you. - T.G.