Ann has always wished that Willie Nelson, the Readheaded Stranger, would come along some day and sweep her off feet, carry her away to exotic adventures on the road again. I’ve wished that too at times, but that’s beside the point.
Willie is coming to Roanoke. I thought I’d surprise her and get tickets. I just checked.
I think I’ll think again. Are you kidding? $461 a ticket?
All of me. Why not take all of me? I don’t have the money, honey. Willie, amigo, not this time around.