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Masked Marvel, I don't know to be honest, but I would doubt it, or if he did it wouldn't have had much meaning to him. He was in pretty rough shape for at least the last three or four years before his death. At Son's funeral, it was surprising how little his grandchildren, etc knew about Son's stature and respect in the world of blues. They knew he "used to play guitar a little" but were amazed at the sheer volume of condolences and the vast span from ultra-stars to never-heard-of's who paid their respects. In his last few months or so his visits were restricted (although he at times had had many famous well-wishers visit). A friend of mine who lived in that area was able to get me in a few times with a little "trickery". He owned a picture framing business. His company was responsible for periodically changing the picture-prints on the walls in several hospitals and institutions and so had access to almost everywhere within them. He knew my respect for Son (who I first met when one of his neighbors who I just happened to know and was visiting laughingly said "there goes "Crazy Eddie" when he was walking down the street one day. I immediately recognized his toothless grin and who he was and began visiting and having simple conversations with him from time to time. He would just ramble a bit about gigs and Satan or the weather. Not great conversations, but I still held him in great respect and awe for who he was.) My friend would call me when it was time to change the pictures at Son's nursing home and I would go with him and "help" by changing the one in Son's room (and sit with him awhile of course!). I had the impression from listening to his music; reading about him; and talking to him that Son was an extremely tormented person. I myself was never really sure whether it was actually Alzheimers, or that he eventually just succumbed to that torment, which finally shattered his perception of reality.