Thinking of Billy Roberts, who had green eyes, liked black walnut ice cream and Don Williams songs, taught me to drive a stick shift (on the column, not the floor) in his faded blue Ford truck, and said “bless your heart” when one of us did something nice for him like take him iced tea when he was mowing the big backyard of that first house they bought in Phillips County, Arkansas.

Gone for almost 32 years now. Nothing good lasts.

I believe in love, I believe in old folks, I believe in children, and I believe in you. –Don Williams