Ray Charles died. I've been too busy remembering a hero, and now I can remember a great musician. How many times did I get chills when hearing him belt out "America the Beautiful" in that soulful gospel style that only he could do. I remember an interview he did with some reporter whose name escapes me where he played poker. The cards were printed in Braille, so Ray would cheat as he was dealing because he could feel exactly what the reporter had. Ray took the guy for some money that day. How did a kid who was blind, black, and without a mother end up making it in this crazy country of ours? Who knows, but I'll miss his voice. R.I.P.