Happy birthday, Johnny.
I missed seeing the last time you performed in Chicago. A client offered me tickets to see you and I scoffed. You, after all, were a country singer and I was too good for that; I’d rather listen to my heavy metal, thank you very much. So when I actually listened to your music for the first time, really listened, it was like you were speaking to me. I was hooked. By then, though, it was too late. You were gone.
You would have been 79 today. Even though you’re no longer with us, you continue to inspire. Happy birthday, Johnny. You are missed.