Here’s to the man who inspired countless others. Here’s to the man who transcended the word “handicap”. I still remember Doc’s first concert after his son Merle tragically died. I was visiting a friend at Appalachian State in Boone, N.C. As the lights came up on a dark stage, two chairs were all that were present. Doc’s helper came out with Doc on his arm and helped Doc into the one chair. Doc never said a word about Merle and simply lit the place up all night long with an empty chair next to him. It still gives me chills. So long, Doc.