I am watching the last episode of Ken Burns' Country Music
And I am singing along, couch dancing, to Garth Brooks. I saw him at the Miramar Air Base in San Diego with the Judds. I listened to Thunder Rolls on a home recorded tape, driving back from Las Vegas. Poorer coming home than we were leaving. Everyone else in the car asleep. The A side ends and there is a long gap; I'm looking at what there is to look at on the road between Las Vegas and San Diego which is not a lot. Thunder Rolls starts and terrifies me. I jerk the steering wheel hard and everyone wakes up. And we laughed about it because no one was on the road with us and we didn't get into an accident.
I checked on him before I wrote this post. I know that I danced to him, the Tahoe Touch and the Texas Two-Step because he said things that made us believe, women dancing with women, men dancing with men, that he saw us and he was willing to stand up for the love he saw.