By the time most people think of Willie Nelson, they’re picturing the braids, the joint, the beat-up guitar named Trigger — the whole Red-Headed Stranger package.
Thanks. I enjoy your writing. It seems as if death, or its near proximity, is a common thread running through your stories. The one about Johnny Cash going into the cave to die comes immediately to mind. Thanks Zachariah. Keep up the good work.
As a man who prides himself on knowing more than most everybody else does about Country Music, I am hard to amaze. You regularly leave me saying, in an admiring way, "well I be dadblamed!" I was aware of much of this but the details make it sing.
Thanks. I enjoy your writing. It seems as if death, or its near proximity, is a common thread running through your stories. The one about Johnny Cash going into the cave to die comes immediately to mind. Thanks Zachariah. Keep up the good work.
I love Willie smoking a joint on the White House roof-
As a man who prides himself on knowing more than most everybody else does about Country Music, I am hard to amaze. You regularly leave me saying, in an admiring way, "well I be dadblamed!" I was aware of much of this but the details make it sing.