09/01/2026
Joe Bennett passed away Friday. He left behind his wife Sherry, his children, and more people than I can count whose lives were better for knowing him. It was unexpected and it was too soon.
Joe was one of my earliest and most important magic mentors. He lived in Paw Paw, Michigan, same small town as me, which still makes no sense because Paw Paw has produced more magicians than any other town its size. Joe was just one of those people who was always there.
I was twelve years old when Joe started teaching me magic. He was a huge part of my first public performances and helped me build what would become my first real stage act. A character called “Papa T”, a greaser with a leather jacket, slicked back hair, and a voice that was like Fonzie doing a worse Italian accent. We would work on that together, doing voices back and forth, building the act. I competed with it and performed at the Celery City Showcase, Michigan Magic Day, Abbotts Magic stage and close-up competition, school talent shows, and the Kalamazoo State Theater. Joe was part of building all of it. He also took me to magic conventions. My parents could not always make it so Joe would drive me, look after me, and make sure I was okay. I did not think much about it at the time. I have thought about it more now.
He always pushed me toward doing things differently. Not trying to be like anyone else. Figuring out what made me unique. He would ask things like how would you perform this? What would make this yours? Looking back I think that went beyond magic. The questions he asked about how to build an act, why you do things a certain way, what makes something yours, those questions have a way of showing up in other parts of your life too. Having opinions. Having convictions. Making decisions and owning them. In hindsight I think there were a lot of times Joe believed in what I was doing more than I believed in myself.
A couple weeks ago I saw him at the Abbott Magic Get Together. He was talking about wanting to book a cruise ship. Always striving for the next goal. Always working on new material and refining the existing. That is exactly who Joe was.
Joe understood the power that comes with being a magician. What it actually means to call yourself one. He did not take that lightly. He was always ready to make someone’s day. Always ready to brighten a moment. He would not linger. He would perform something that brought people together, made them smile, made them feel something, and move on having left things better than he found them. He left magic better than he found it. That is a lesson every magician who knew him should carry forward.
I was going through my magic library and pulled out my copy of Tarbell Volume One. Joe gave me that book very early on. When I opened it I saw what he had written inside the front cover.
Trino, may this be the beginning of your magic library. You have already come a long way. Continue to learn and strive to be the best magician you can be. - Joe
He was quirky. He was kind. He wanted to see people succeed and he wanted everyone to feel included. He was a good one.
Rest easy Joe. Thank you for everything.