Hi, I was Johnny Cash

Posted by Ezra Cobb on

Nine years ago today, the great Johnny Cash died of the proverbial broken heart.  Many, many friends called to see if I was alright.  We went and bought Red Stripes (in homage to his long time residence in Jamaica) at ten a.m., poured a little out and said a little prayer.  And the beer we had for breakfast wasn’t bad, so we had one more for dessert…

 

The Man in Black R.I.P. 

The world is a little worse without you.

Thank you for showing us the complexity of what it means to be a man,

and what it means to be an American.