On running in Nashville…

Two years ago, on a warm summer day, I was running down Music Row in Nashville, shirtless (my Swedish skin always needs a tan).

I was feeling good, running fast.

As I approached a church on the corner, I saw a nice black Mercedes parked out front. The door to the Mercedes opened and out stepped a beautiful blonde.

My brain immediately thought, “I know her. I should say hi.” But something wasn’t exactly right, and the words escaped me, and so I just smiled, shirtless, as I ran by.

And she smiled at me.

Four steps or so later my brain turned back on and said, “Cecil. You don’t know her. That’s Dolly Parton.”

~Cecil

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