He wasn't on the Chainlink, but I'm sure many of you knew Andre Gordon. Dre was a dreadlocked rock star, an old-school bike messenger who worked hard and played harder. He was one of the most warm, generous, and genuine people I've ever had the pleasure of knowing.
I'm not sure where I first met him, but I really got to know Dre at Cal's bar on Van Buren and Wells, one of my regular after-work haunts. He was working there until maybe August or so, but even after he quit he was still a regular. More times that I can count, he made sure I made it home safe after a hard night of partying. More times that I can count, he was a sympathetic ear for my hopes and heartbreaks, always ready with bear hugs and sage advice. He gave me so much comfort when my boyfriend passed away in May, and I can still hear him telling me that, "tomorrow ain't guaranteed to nobody!" He understood that himself, and lived a full life in his 53 years.
Dre passed away recently. I don't know many details, but after he didn't show up for a few days of work, he was found this weekend in his apartment, presumably a victim of cardiac problems. The Cuttin' Crew has also posted about him at
http://www.chicagocuttincrew.com/2010/11/15/dre, and there are more memorial plans in the comments there.
Today, Monday 11/15, Dre's friends are gathering to celebrate DRE DAY at Cal's bar. Cal's usually closes by 6 or 7 on Monday nights, but I suspect things will be going for a while tonight. I'm so sorry I can't be there, but I wanted to post something here in case any of you would like to stop in.