Richie Havens passed away today. The Brooklyn native hung out in the Grove in the 1970's.
Our friend, Martha, told us about the time she was sitting in traffic in her green convertable. Havens walked up and asked for directions to a music store (he needed an E-string). She happily gave him a ride. Neighbor Bobby went on a concert tour with him and said, "Richie was great, a fine old soul".
In the mid-70's, we created little concerts by the bay on Sunday afternoons. Fifty of us would gather on the lawn at Captain Dick's (now Scotty's Landing). The musicians would play guitars and we'd sing along.
One day someone brought Richie Havens as her guest. It didn't take long for us to ask him to sing. He was happy to borrow a guitar, sit on a box, and play the songs he'd entertained millions with at Woodstock.
Richie charmed us with his raspy voice and toothless smile. We felt so fortunate to be sharing that hour with that dear, magical man. It was a magical moment in Coconut Grove.