I knew Hubert. I can't say we were really friends but he knew would recognize me and sometimes remembered my name.
I hung out in a couple of clubs/bars where he would play and hang out at sometimes when he was in Chgo.
I had a couple of friends that were smart enough and played well enough to play for Hubert. Curt Obeda (guitar) and Steve Arvey (bass).
One night I was working the door at a bar called "B.L.U.E.S." and Hubert was playing that night across the street at the "Kinston Mines".
Steve came over and asked if Hubert could play my guitar that night because Hubert left his on the band stand the night before. Hubert lost some guitars through the years doing that.

Anyway Steve knew I always brought my guitar with me to work, at the time a re-issue 58 LP, so I could sit in at the end of the night.
I told him sure but keep an eye on it and make sure it doesn't grow legs and walk out the back door.
After B.L.U.E.S. closed at 2:00 AM we would all go over to the Mines and drink which was a 4:00 AM joint. Often I'd sit in over there too. Hubert sounded like Hubert as always, didn't really mater what guitar he was playing and that night for some reason he was smoking a big fat cigar.
He thanked me for helping him out that night, he was always very kind and always smiling/joking. One of the things the old blues guys would say to each other when they saw each other in a club was "Ill be glad when your dead and gone you rascal you." Then they'd laugh and laugh.
The next morning I got up opened up my guitar case and put a record on. I was getting my tuner out and started to notice a
very, strong, bad, funky, smell. At 1st I couldn't figure out where it was coming from.

Then I picked up my guitar and smelled it. WOOW! It was from that cigar Hubert was smoking!

Got out the lemon Pledge and drowned it 2/3 times and it was pretty good but it still lingered in the strings.

Brad