WAUKEGAN, ILL. -- I was bearing down on his hometown yesterday when I heard the news: The legend is gone.
The tributes already were coming in on the radio for Les Paul, profiled in a June blog on the occasion of his 94th birthday. I said at the time that he was still The Man, and Charles commented that the guitar legend was still playing Monday night gigs in New York City. Amazing.
I can't really top those recent thoughts, except to recount that game at Miller Park last summer when he tossed out the ceremonial first pitch. Milwaukee was proud to call him a native son, but he was so much bigger than that. To borrow an old sports adage, he wore No. 93 that day but he was No. 1 in our hearts.
And he always will be.
(I have temporarily lost my imaging function on Blogger, so please click on the link near the top to see the pictures posted in June.)