I Wonder About the Old Songsters. (Patreon)

They make a whole lot of sense, don’t get me wrong.

But Willie, and Patsy, and but git’-dang’it, I spen’t unironic damned evenings having a fine time at Cracker Barrel.

If you’re not native to to U.S., check it out. It is a cultural experience on par with the Smithsonian.

Try the Sawmill Gravy. Hit up the giftshop. Get me a Klutz book.

Nostalgia terminated. For now.

You know, it’s funny. It’s taken me getting a bit tipsy tonight (pretty tipsy), to figure that saying anything is better than saying nothing. I’ve got STACKS of notes! But, option paralysis — that’s where they fell in love when stars above came out to play… yeah?

Or When the Stars Fell Over Alabama…? I can’t remember sometimes. Though I’ve had some consequential evenings in Montgomery.

So, this is a first thing in a list of things, as promised. Long time fans will chuckle for different reasons as the newer folk. But all are welcome.

Talk at y’all (very) soon, babe.