Last Night at the Opry
I arrive at the Opry House a few minutes before rehearsal. My guitar and fiddle cases trip the metal detector, so the security guard makes me open them.
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I arrive at the Opry House a few minutes before rehearsal. My guitar and fiddle cases trip the metal detector, so the security guard makes me open them.
Birmingham. I met the old woman for coffee. She was small and slight, with a mane of white. She spoke with a thick Latin accent.
“I have a story for you,” she said.
The Soldier was standing on the sidewalk outside the airport, his mother beside him, straightening his collar. His little sister was there, too. So was his dad.
Welcome to Buc-ee’s, Greatest Toilets on Earth: by Sean Dietrich. Buc-ee’s convenience store sits outside Athens, Alabama, like a giant squatting beaver. This Texas-based gas station place is not a mere gas station. Buc-ee’s is a dwarf planet. You’re looking at Six Flags Over Circle K. And the place is packed today. “We’re packed every …
Sunrise in middle Tennessee. It was four in the morning. I left my hotel early to get on the road. I had a long way to go. There was a light dusting of frost on the Smoky Mountains. I could see my breath. I turned on the radio and found a station playing Hank Williams’ …