When I was walking around Andrew Jackson’s The Hermitage, a two-horse-drawn wagon full of tourists rolled alongside me, and the guide said to me, “Check out the natural spring just ahead.” I said, “I’m not the ghost of one of the slaves.” No one laughed. I didn’t hear crickets; I heard mating cicadas.
Watching a show at the Grand Ole Opry was a lot of fun and nostalgic. When I was a child, I enjoyed watching Hee Haw. Though country music didn’t grow on me until the songs became “traditional” country, I enjoyed Hee Haw’s sketch comedy.