Great loss. I saw him live once and watched him on TV.
Back in the day, famous musicians did tours and used the town theater for their act. My mother was country, Dad was big band and hated country.
I was about 4 years old. I do remember going to see little Jimmy Dickens with Mom. This would have been about 1950.
The concert went well, Jimmy had folks into his act.
The problem started after the show. He left and ended up at the Jimmy Dickens table between folks and the door. He was hawking hats, shirts, guitars and boots, cowboy boots, real ones. I wanted a pair, Ma said no, I resisted and ended up kicking her on the ankle. I do remember her going red faced and stone cold quiet as she drug me from the theater and into the 1st alley.
I did not know a hand could move that fast and hit a bottom that hard.
It was a win win situation, Mom never wanted embarrassed in public and I forever afterwards did not embarrass her.
Somethings are burned into your brain forever. That night you can guess which end my brain was on.