Recently, I was telling a female acquaintance of mine about an encounter I had in an airport Dwight Yoakam, and the legendary Buck Owens which I wrote about in the book, “Guitars & Radio & Wild Wild Women.”

During our discussion, the topic of why there were more male country stars than female stars came up.
My theory is, women hear their girlfriends whining and crying about breakups all the time so they don’t wanna hear them sing about it too. However, the only time they hear a man cry is on a record.

I can only recall crying twice in my life, and yes, both were provoked by women.
My first one was when I wasn’t feeling well at work, so I came home early to take a nap.

As I was dosing off, the phone rang, so when nobody else got it, I finally answered, and it turned out to be our family, Doctor.
He immediately said, “Mr. Johns, the tests are back, and I’m sorry to say that your daughter has Mononucleosis or Leukemia; we won’t know which one until we do some more tests.”

I didn’t even know Candis had been to the Doctor, so I went into total shock, and all I could do was cry.

We immediately took her to a specialist who immediately said to me as we entered his office, “Mr. Johns, your daughter doesn’t have Leukemia, which I know because, unfortunately, I’ve seen too many that do.

The second time I cried was when we proudly, or so I thought, bought our first big home. (Shown on top)
It was located in Carmel, Indiana, on a tree-filled acre lot with a creek running through it. Oh, it also had a large deck with a pool and spa out back.

Pretty cool, right? However, one day, my wife decided to say,” You know the only reason we live in this house is for you, don’t you?”
I was so angry and disheartened that all I could do was break down and cry.

That incident changed me so much that when we moved to California, where I started my own business, I bought an even bigger house and didn’t run it by anybody. (see below)