I’m surrounded by people who live and breathe country music. That is one of the advantages of living in Music City.
My waitress at my favorite Mexican restaurant is a fiddle player who works with George Jones. My next door neighbor runs a private wedding chapel where over 200 celebrities have exchanged vows in privacy. My barber goes down to the Grand Old Opry and does hair for the performers every weekend. My mechanic fixes cars for Alan Jackson.
At the bank drive through window I saw Travis Tritt using the ATM. At the chiropractor next to my office, Wynonna Judd parks her BMW next to my car and goes in for an adjustment every couple of weeks. My secretary’s husband plays drums as a session player on Music Row.
We are all connected.





