Branson was certainly an easy-going guy. He had a big smile, and the same merry blue eyes that he has today. Sometimes I’d find him working at a round patio table atop the houseboat. When the weather was warm, he’d be stripped to the waist with his sneakers kicked off. Branson was definitely the essence of nonchalance. But I noticed one thing about him. He always had a notebook around. And he was always jotting things down.