So, I first caught Webb in 1988 opening for Melissa Etheridge at the Orpheum in Memphis, Tennessee. I saw him dozens of times over the next 15 years, and even got to meet him twice, once in Memphis at Main and Calhoun when an outdoor gig was getting moved inside due to weather and once in Nashville as he was doing a slow cruise, driving a white, panel van looking for a place to load in prior to a show. A friendlier, more decent gent you would never meet. I moved west of the Mississippi and don't run in the same circles anymore and don't think of Webb as much until I saw him yesterday on the YouTube in a 2023 interview with a radio station. That got me thinking about the old days and listening to the great, old tunes. Last night I even had my first Webb Wilder dream, it was like a Johnny Quest cartoon, we had jet skis and James Bond sport cars and Webb and me were chasing bad guys and space aliens and having laser and rocket shoot outs. It was a glorious dream for this old man. Thanks Webb, for all the songs, the good times, and memories. Work hard, rock hard ... you know the rest. Peace and blessings to all his fans.