Love him or loath him, Bill Walton was one of a kind. A man of legendary talent and legendary wackiness. Walton died of cancer at the age of 71 on Monday. Tom Hoffarth, a buddy of mine who wrote for the LA Daily News and the Los Angeles Times, knew him and interviewed him more than once.
He wrote:
We align with those who refer to him as a “national treasure” and an example of “a sonic voyage … of cosmic exploration.”
As we talked to Walton recently, he was in the passenger seat of his car with his wife, Lori, doing the driving. We asked if he was aware of the volatile social media debate he sparks every time he’s on TV.
“Lori, do I pay attention to social media?” he asked.
Probably not a good time to ask. As they were driving from Death Valley to Westwood on Interstate 15, a dust storm was amidst and visibility was limited.
After a long pause, Bill came back on the…
