Sitting at home on a Sunday morning I was once again filled with admiration for this simple man who loved nature and who put down words and music for us all to feast on and to share in his wonder. I never got to see John Denver play live, but I felt very close to him. I recall sitting in a bar in Denver when the crowd all joined the jukebox in singing "Rocky Mountain High." Everyone sang enthusiastically and if you didn't know the words you would be shunned (to say the least). It was better to look enthralled and join in any way you could. Loving Colorado, the Rockies and John Denver was like a religion to most folks there. He always seemed to be on the right side of things and reminded us all to be thankful for sunshine on our shoulder, the Calypso, and being a country boy. No translation needed as he warmed our hearts forever. No, this is not a joke or a riddle. It was an error being put here and I can't correct that. So if you're still trying to figure out the punchline you can relax now.