We became close with Glen Campbell in the early days of Branson, in 1992, when we both performed at The Grand Palace Theatre.

We’d been asked to perform in a guest slot, as we had done many times before. Though I noticed several old and important friends milling around backstage, I still didn’t quite sense that anything different or special was about to occur.

Friends and enemies, reporters and fans all wanted to know what happened and why.

It sounds like a fantasy or a cliché, but I swear you could almost sense him before he walked into a room.