Blackie Sawyer collared me on Christmas Eve 1969, in a raid on a dealer’s place. He knew it was a bad bust, that I was a patsy caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. The Fish got away, he wasn’t there. So, Blackie being an honorable man, protected and served me through his testimony at my Preliminary Hearing. Probably saved my life. At the very least he saved me from a 20 year prison term. He is not forgotten. When we stand in front of The Final Judge, I will testify on his behalf.