For months on end, he would maroon himself on remote islands — no phone, no company, no fanfare. Just a transistor radio, a hammock, and the possibility of seeing a turtle. It was enough.

Springtime in Texas means one thing — bluebonnets blanketing the roadsides and rolling pastures in a sea of cobalt. But wait… what’s that? A rogue splash of maroon among the blue? Yep, the ...