My father was a huge fan of Hank Williams and his music. I, on the other hand, being a child of the rock and roll era, hated listening to what I came to call (although never in his presence) $h!t-kicking music.
So it was a little bittersweet today when I decided to treat myself to a steak for lunch at a place outside Des Moines called Texas Roadhouse. While the food is great, their choice of music is sad. Yep, you guessed it, they play country-western songs. While I tried to block out the awful stuff, my attention was suddenly grabbed when I heard the (unfortunately, lol) familiar strains of “Hey Good Lookin'” over the sound system.
Dad would have enjoyed it.
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