LAUREL COUNTY, Ky. —
“If we want to get close, we’d better go now,” I said.
Little did I know, Teresa is well versed in handling a crowd and when we reached the knot of people, she turned over her shoulder.
“Just follow me,” she said.
Whenever a pocket of space would open up, she’d scuttle immediately in, pulling me behind her. Soon, we were but 10 feet away from Willie, close enough to see his wrinkles, close enough to see the pleased smile on his face when he started a fresh song and the crowd cheered in recognition. Then I heard the opening strains to “On the Road Again.” I felt giddy and lucky and healed, and I clapped and danced and sang. Puffs of smoke circled overhead, Willie tossed his red bandana into the crowd, the harmonica wailed, the guitars soared, and for a few seconds, I knew my dad, he was there with me.