When I first relocated to San Diego in August of 2008, I had exactly one friend here, my old pal and fellow Magic Bartender, J.C. Wagner. We knew each other since the 1980s, and were part of the many interconnections in the Magic Bar lineage that started with “Heba Haba” Al Andrucci, was passed along to Bob Sheets, and that in turn Bob extended the line to J. C. Wagner, Steve Spill, Doc Eason, Eric Mead (by proxy at first), Scotty York, and finally myself.
J.C. used to hold court every Saturday afternoon at a sailor’s dive bar on Coronado, and the sharpest of the local San Diego magic scene, especially the younger crowd of upcoming talent, would gather there weekly in order to learn from the master. I made it out there as often as possible, and loved just being around J.C. and watching him work, or sessioning with him there.
Sadly, J.C. was diagnosed with cancer not long after I arrived in San Diego, and was gone a year-and-a-half later. It was a life cut short, and a companionship cut short as well. He was not only a great magician, but a truly gentle man.