Wilbert A. Tatum R.I.P.
I didn’t know how to write this one. Mr. Tatum treated me as family and I spent eight years under his roof. Although we became familiar, I never stopped being in awe of this self-made man and champion of truth. He was a man who could not be bought. He took shit from no one and always spoke his mind, yet managed to always be charming, sweet and funny. Wickedly funny. Whenever I would mention a particular band or musician I was listening to, he would act as though he had never heard of them. He claimed to only know of “The Ink Spots”. It didn’t matter who I brought up, the response was the same. “Stevie Wonder? Never heard of ‘em. Now, The Ink Spots…”
So, here you go, Bill…
It was a blessing to be allowed to meet a man of such character and dignity.
Posted by Keo on February 28, 2009 at 02:39 PM
