I stuck out my hand and one of the roadies — the one pushing 80 years old — took it. For a minute I was that close to John Wayne and Marilyn Monroe. Johnny Cash and Elvis Presley. Willie, Waylon and everybody who was somebody in Texas music for the last half-century.

But he shrank back when I introduced myself as a journalist, excusing himself to supervise the packing up of Robert Earl Keen’s gear. Not rude. But not interested in being a story.

That was Ben Dorcy, of course. "The world’s first roadie," Willie Nelson would tell you. "King of the Roadies," a documentary film states. "Lovey," as named by the musicians who treasured him.