I'm sitting in the back of the pickup cab when we pass the fairgrounds. My sister says, Oh yeah! there's a country festival at the fairgrounds today! There's gonna be some famous people there, I should have made you go. Her boyfriend: you couldn't make me! I: Oh yeah, who's gonna be there? Anybody I know? Doc Watson?

Oh shut up. You know what kind of country I listen to, and it's not that dumb stuff. Stop making fun of me.


It's pop music with cowboy hats and a fiddle buried in the mix, hon. But i don't say it.


On the way back, her boyfriend is talking about designing a custom Porsche on the web, so I break out into Lord, Won't You Buy Me A Mercedes-Benz. My sister giggles and says, you don't like country, but you sing like a country singer. I said, hey, that's Janis Joplin. She sang blues.

Whatever.

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