B.J. has transcended being a mere subject, and has become my close friend. The more sensitive of the Wachob brothers, B.J. is laid back and pensive, while his younger brother Kacey is the fireball and throws the punch you’ll never see comin’. It’s rare to see B.J. agitated, but something about Arizona touches a nerve. From the time he arrives, he talks of leaving… cedar trees and rocks are his bane. And it’s a long slow burn until he washes Arizona from his boots.