Me and Johnny B.

I remember the first time I met John, or “Johnny B” as most folks referred to him - it was at his daughter, Melody’s wedding rehearsal, where I was best man for my friend Jeff. John was dressed in his best attire - new blue work pants with suspenders, blue suit with a white shirt and a navy colored neck tie. He had difficulty finding shirts with a large enough neck, so instead of the top button holding his shirt collar together, the task was forfeited to the necktie. He and his wife Anne ha...