Robert Wills was five beers into a Cheyenne Friday night as he told his favorite story to a middle-aged couple from Cincinnati.
“Buddies used to introduce me as Bob Wills and the women would say ‘you must be a Texas Playboy’ and I’d say that I wasn’t any kind of Texan – I’m from Wyoming!” He cackled, tried not to trigger the cough that could go on and on and interfere with talking and drinking. He swallowed the last of the cheap draft and slapped the empty beer glass on the bar’s soggy coaster. He rocked the glass, hoping that these tourists would notice his thirsty state and spring for another round.
“Who’s Bob Wills?” The woman exhaled a stream of smoke and then waved it away with a sweep of her flabby arm.
Robert noticed her long lashes and blue eyes. They belonged to a face that was once pretty but now was creased with lines and droopy at the jaw line.
“You never heard of Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys?” Robert asked.Get info on Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys here. Watch some of the band's clips on YouTube.