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
