A Life of Wonder

I was five years old when I saw Waylon Jennings perform this in concert. I wore a mini-cowboy hat, gold belt buckle and thought myself a cowboy.

Twenty years later I sat next to a drunk man who smelled of whiskey, who hadn’t shaven a few week and who, in fact, was from Luckenback, Texas. He sang the song to me, in my ear, several times throughout our flight.