Some songs play on the radio for years, but others take up permanent space in someone’s heart. For Reba McEntire, “Does He Love You” is one of those songs — not just because it’s a powerful duet, but because one small line in it holds a meaning she’s carried quietly for a long time. Reba … Read more
THE LOVE THAT ARRIVED WHEN THE ROAD FINALLY QUIETED: Willie Nelson’s Storms, Scars, and the Woman Who Became His Last Safe Place “Sometimes a man has to weather a few storms before he realizes who truly feels like home.”Those words could have been written about many lives — but they fit Willie Nelson with a kind of … Read more
THE SONG A FATHER SAVED FOR HIS SON — WILLIE NELSON’S FINAL HIDDEN DUET WITH LUKAS HAS FINALLY COME INTO THE LIGHT AFTER 40 YEARS OF SILENCE There are moments in music that feel historic…and then there are moments that feel eternal — moments so full of love, memory, and quiet truth that they don’t just reach … Read more
I found my daughter’s wedding invitation in the trash. My own flesh and blood didn’t want me walking her down the aisle because her fiancé’s family thought bikers were “dangerous criminals.” Thirty years I’d spent as a law-abiding citizen, twenty-five running a successful bike repair shop, nineteen paying for ballet lessons and college tuition. None … Read more
The day my son refused to let me hold my own grandson was the day I finally understood what being a biker had cost me. I stood in the hospital hallway, still in my leather cut despite having washed the road grime from my hands until they were raw. My son David, looking like a … Read more
Nobody steps up for the janitor’s kid. That’s what I learned watching from my Harley as the school emptied out that Tuesday afternoon. Through my visor, I could see young Tommy Reese backed against the chain-link fence, surrounded by four bigger boys. The same boys who’d been making his life hell since September. The same … Read more
I was suspended one month before retirement, just because some parent spotted me at a motorcycle rally. Forty-two years I’d driven that yellow bus. Never had an accident. Never been late. Knew every child’s name, which ones needed a little extra encouragement in the morning, which ones needed a quiet word when their parents were … Read more
They buried my bike with me. I know because I watched them do it. From wherever I am now, I could see everything—my mangled body on the rain-slicked asphalt, my crushed Harley Davidson Road King lying twenty feet away, oil and blood mingling in a dark pool. The paramedics didn’t even bother with CPR. One … Read more
They vandalized my bike while I was at my wife’s funeral, and that too in the church parking lot. Just because they don’t want an old man in a leather vest who didn’t “fit” with their country club image. I’d parked my meticulously maintained Harley Electra Glide in the church lot during the service. But … Read more
Not a single family member showed for my Biker Grandpa’s 80th birthday. Not even my father, his own son. I watched from across the street as Grandpa Jack sat alone at that long table, his weathered hands folded over the helmet he still carried everywhere, waiting for two hours while the waitstaff gave him pitying … Read more