John was my teacher and Doktor Vater at Emory. He sponsored me for the Goettingen exchange program in Germany, where I went for two years and stood my doctoral exams in Near Eastern Studies. He got me on the road to writing and publishing, and I had published both articles and short notes, a couple in Vetus Testamentum, the most esteemed journal in the discipline, before I graduated. Because of his tutelage, my dissertation became a major monograph, published by the University of Sheffield, England. He taught me to write. John H. Hayes and I had similar upbringings in the South, and he was like a surrogate father to me during my graduate studies. I was able to visit him a couple of times at his home in Alabama, and met there a Treeing Walker coonhound with a broken hip that he had rescued and nursed back to health. I wrote a poem about this experience. John was one of the kindest, most decent men I have ever met and I will miss him until I go to be with him.