‘I once met Willie King’
A large white van pulled up to Marvin’s lumber yard gatehouse. Inside was an elderly black couple. The man gave me his ticket for some 2x4s. I opened the van’s back doors and saw the lumber along with guitars, amplifiers and a drum set. Then I realized who my customer was, Willie King.
I had heard King play at the Howlin’ Wolf Festival in West Point, so I said to him, “You’re Mr. King.”
He replied, “No, I’m Willie.”
I told him to wait a minute while I went over our PA system to call our young men who work on the yard so they could meet a real bluesman. Willie seemed pleased at this. The guys gathered. Willie got out of the van and started to sing verses of a blues tune.
Willie’s wife rolled her eyes and said, “Oh Lord, don’t get him started.”
We had a good time talking to Willie King. He told us to come over to “Betty’s Place” where his band played.
He is gone now, but once I met Willie King.