A Debt

In 1997 or 1998 I was managing the door at at SF Weekly's music awards show at Bimbo's 365 Club. A bunch of people, the "entourage" of one of the bands being honored, tried to get past me. I said something like, "I'm sorry. You don't have tickets. You can't come in." They said something like "We're going in, anyway." Annie Jensen, the girl with me at the door was scared and I told her to stand back as I braced myself for what I knew was going to be a horrible fight. Honestly, as much as I used to enjoy fighting back then, I didn't think I was going to win this one. They were a dozen and I was only one. Then a 7 foot tall black man stepped up behind me and asked, "Is there a problem here?" I didn't know he was working for me (No one told me). I didn't even know he was there but my boss had hired him to protect me as I protected the door. He saw a problem and was willing to fight for me. With that question, "is there a problem here", and a terrifying glance he made the threatening throng at the door evaporate. A few years ago I heard he died. I wish I knew his name. I am wondering, do any of my old friends (Wendy Fairbanks, Catherine Draper, Troy Larkin)from SF Weekly know his name? A super tall nightclub bouncer in SF? I understand he usually worked at Slims, Bimbo's, Voodoo Lounge, Utah, DNA Lounge, the Fillmore, and the Cat Club. Before I am too old to remember I'd like to pray for him since he rescued me that night.