Keith heard the sad news last night from Mary Kenniston aka "Mare." Joe went to the dentist and had some work done, and when he came home afterwards, he suffered a stroke. Keith is trying to get ahold of Joe's son to find out any more details.
I met Joe Salazar on the road as a cue salesmen. He was kind of a quiet, unassuming-type guy, but when you got him alone, one-on-one, he would share some of the juiciest pool tales you'd ever want to hear. More than once, he has given Keith McCready a jump cue during a tournament to use and said Keith could pay him back later.
Also, Joe has traded cues with Keith before. Joe always has a wide assortment of cues with a range of prices. He knows what Keith likes in a cue, the hit, the forward balance, et cetera, and he pulls out one that he thinks Keith may like. Keith barters with him sometimes, and if Keith doesn't like the price, he will try to get Joe to come down a little. Joe gives us a fair price and does discount it for Keith. Without Joe, Keith would have had no jump cue at several tournaments. Back in the day, jump cues were not considered a necessity as they are today. In fact, most old-school players think jumping balls ruins a good safety play, but I digress. I thought it was pretty nice of Joe to extend credit to Keith, only to be paid back a tournament or two later. I guess that is what friends do for each other.
"Tracy Joe," as he is known by those who knew him in his prime, was one of the best, especially on a barbox, and would step up to the plate with anybody. I was told his nickname was "Tracy" because he came from Tracy, California. At tournaments I attended, he and several other vendors would engage in a cheap game of stakes in one pocket with each other after hours. Tracy Joe never lost his passion for playing pool.
I'm sorry to learn this news. Joe was one of the good guys seen at every major pool event. When I first met him, he did not like to have his photo taken because I think he may have thought it was still better to fly under the radar in case a good game came his way. I did manage to get one photo of him, though. Rest in peace, Tracy Joe, and save me a seat on the rail.