Sunday AM

Picked up Daryl at his hotel to take him to the airport. I was disappointed not to attend his workshop or lecture yesterday, but he said, at least I had a good excuse; I was making money doing magic. The drive to Sea-Tac Airport was filled with wonderful conversation with one of our eras great magical entertainers. How lucky I've been to call so many of the great magicians my friend. Daryl's contributions to the art are undeniable. We talked more about magic, life, love and sacrifice. Plans for the future and children. Life is an adventure and so is the world of magic. As I dropped him off curbside and gave him a big hug, I said, "Have a safe trip Mr, Martinez". He then confided in me one last secret. He told me about how he had his name legally changed to Daryl Easton the last name his forefathers. A terrific fellow full of surprises, charming wit and a successful career that has spanned three decades. It seems like just yesterday that I was seasoning with him as as 16 year old at Shawn's house in Norwood, OH. We ate Domino's Pizza, drank Little Kings Beers, perfectly faro'ed our decks as we performed for each other and smoked a fat joint into the wee hours of the night.