It was obvious that Red enjoyed the company of many a fan. It was a hot summer day when I arrived at Red's house to discuss the idea of him joining the Memphis Blues Caravan. Red was friendly and outgoing from the start, and the idea of playing on the road was just what he wanted. He would have left that afternoon if I had asked him. We sat on the porch.
Black folks sit on the porch.
After two or three large glasses of this wonderful stuff, you were lucky to be able to stand. Later, Red sat at the piano and played, and the room filled with neighbors, kids and old folks, ready for whatever might happen. Red's left hand rolled, and pretty soon someone started the barbecue. Red joined the Caravan and played on every gig we ever did. He loved the road and always, at the end of each tour, wanted to know when we were going out again.