When I was in my early days as a staff member at ISU, Johnny would walk into our office unannounced, right past our receptionists, down the hall, and into my office. He'd plop down into the chair across my desk and say "How ya doing coach".
Then he'd start dropping F bombs right and left as he'd explain whatever it was he was concerned about. I always had to jump up and close my office door because I knew the F bombs were loud and clear to the folks outside. But he was never dropping the F bombs in a mean and angry way. It was just how he talked.
I was a huge Cyclone basketball fan and I was pretty young for a staff member, so it was a little intimidating to have this legend walking into my office asking for help with various issues (and explaining those issues with the verbaige of a drunken sailor). But he always knew I would do everything I could within the rules to help, so we had a very good relationship.
I miss Johnny. Some might say he lacked a filter between his brain and his mouth, but he was a very good man with a very good heart. He was the perfect coach for Iowa State at that time...maybe the only coach who could finally make our basketball program nationally relevant.