“Here’s what happens when you get old. You wake up one day and feel 24 but look in the mirror and you’re 58. And the whole show is slipping past. And what you once knew as solid ground is gone. And the pillars you lean on have fallen away.
That’s how I felt when I heard that former Globe jazz critic Ernie Santuosuosso died Monday at 93.
I was on my first day on the job as a reporter for the Boston Globe Living-Arts section when Ernie wandered over to my desk. He was a white guy with white hair. It seemed like there were a thousand guys like him walking around Boston in those days. But then I was stupid back then. This was in 1981. I was a 23-year-old black kid from New York with an Afro the size of Milwaukee. And I was lost.“