This was Saturday and it had been a rare day. Tom was in a fine mood ... we all were ... and I had that certain insight that says "keep shooting." I took 7 rolls of film, over a hundred shots with Shea in them. This shot was the last taken that day outside of Trebor Tichenor's house in St. Louis. I just kept backing up. Tom asked, "Can I give you a lift?" "No," I answered, "but I'd like one last shot of you and Margaret." "Sure," said Tom, and threw his arm around her shoulders. I felt the image go into the camera and then smack the back of my head. I didn't take a second shot, just lowered the camera and said, "Thanks." It would be my last photo of Tom Shea. I talked to him one more time over the phone about his upcoming recording session for Stomp Off ... but ... then on March 13, 1982, I received a call from Mike Montgomery telling me that Tom had died the night before. Tom never saw his last album released. We were all devastated. I cried a lot and then wrote the obituary for "Mississippi Rag." Tom Shea was magical ... his music unique ... his life an adventure.