Janiva Magness Yeah. First sighting. There was no doubt. Not one doubt in my mind that the stranger walking away from me that Tuesday afternoon was a Cop, or at least he HAD been one at some point. Nobody else saunters quite in the same way. Nobody. The hair raised on every part of my body while I watch this guy work the room of troubled souls, looking for a way out of their pain. And as he turned to the side and then eventually I saw the mans face - tears welled in my eyes. Good lord he not only walks like my Father, he looks like him as well. WTF? I thought to myself. That man turned out to be a dear friend for many years to come. Another soul who understood much of the deeply journey from darkness to light. He told me his favorite personal nickname for himself was Blaque. I knew I had a true friend. As imperfect as I am myself. One that was not afraid of his own raw humanity. I told him immediately my Father had been a Patrolman in Detroit, First Precinct. He had also been a Detroit Cop. Worked Homecide more than 20 years and actually lived to tell, write about it, consult TV shows and author a book about it called Snow Angel. And once he discovered I was a Blues singer, I became to him the best living Blues singer on the planet. Mind you that is not how I see it at all, but that was Mike G. Quick to form an opinion and not afraid to voice it, regardless of the popular polls. And he made a point each and every time we saw each other to make sure everyone else in an ears shot knew it too. He was political, dry, wounded, angry, aware, funny, kind and gentle hearted man. Mike G left our world today. May God speed your soul Mike. Even though you are agnostic... I say it just in case it helps, and maybe to piss you off a tiny bit, but you like that Thank you for being my friend. I love you Mike. - Janiva
Posted on: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 23:11:24 +0000
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