I rarely cry. This morning when I heard Johnny was gone, I did. Not because I have some fascination with his celebrity or any other trivial reason like that. Any friend of mine knows that I'm not like that at all. I did so because over the past few years he became as close to an idol anyone in the media can come for me. I still remember hearing my grandmother's Johnny Cash album "Any Old Wind That Blows" when I was little. It's right over there; I'm looking at it now. I was never a fan of country music. But, for some reasons that are now clear, I always liked Johnny Cash. He's a great man. He made great music, which I'll love for the rest of my life. The world has lost a maker of real music. He was also true in his faith, which I admire greatly. I won't apologize for this sentimental entry. He deserves every bit of respect you can offer, and so the least I can do is share my emotional response to his loss. I never knew him, but through his music I felt like I always had. I'm hoping I'll meet you one day, Johnny, but I'll miss you until then. Thanks.