When we were on the road, we would play guitars, have Scrabble marathons, go fishing, watch old boxing fights on VHS, and hang out. Every morning I would watch him wake up and head straight for the coffee grinder. I remember loving the smell. I was too young to drink it, but it left a strong impression. Roy's maxim was “good things take time,” and nowhere was it clearer than when he made coffee. His preferred method? A pour-over—simple drip coffee made by pouring boiling water over a cone filter filled with freshly ground beans.