One of the fondest memories I have of childhood was watching "Hee Haw" with my Dad. We never missed it, every Saturday around 7pm-ish. My sister and my Mom were more Lawrence Welk, but Dad and I were all about Hee Haw. I SO remember loving Buck Owens. I thought he seemed like such a nice man, and funny, and I loved the warmth of his voice. And his red, white, and blue guitar. And the songs he sang. In his stead there is Dwight Yokam, but there will never be another Buck Owens. Thank you, sir, for giving me and my Dad such a strong bonding experience, perhaps the strongest one we've ever shared through the years. May you be pickin' and grinnin' eternally.