You can tell a lot about a man by how he thanks you. Rick King thanked us profusely from start to finish, and then a little while after that even, when we stood in a French Quarter cooridor sharing a smoke before a light drizzle from the sky put it out.

Just from our brief interaction that evening, and from his firm conveyance of gratitude I know that Rick King’s mother raised him solid and that he’s humble enough to deserve success. So thanks for saying thanks Rick, and thanks for the tune…