by: Bill Sheridan   
 At age 75, I no longer have celebrity or athlete heroes.
I’ve come to realize that they are simply men and women blessed with God-given talents capable of thrilling stadiums full of adoring concert-goers, or rabid football fans. I still do respect their skills and appreciate their hard work.
In my teens through my twenties, I was enamored with the likes of Elvis Presley, Joe Namath, Sandy Koufax, and Buddy Holly. But my real hero of heroes was the late Johnny Cash.
I owned most of his 45 rpm records and long-playing albums. Johnny’s deep voice and commanding onstage presence

Read more ...