Back in the early 80s Chet Atkins and his band stayed several days at the motel I was running. The band members went out on the town but Chet stayed 'home'. I think he sometimes got lonesome, and his big cigar in hand he would wander over to the office to chit chat with me. Nice guy.

What really impressed me about him is that when I'd go by his room in the course of the day I could hear him practicing the guitar. There's a reason he got so good!

The day they left, Herman, his bass man, said, Don't you want a picture of Chet?? I'm not really the autograph type but I said, Sure. So, Chet posed, I shot a picture- and dropped the camera, which popped open on the ground. So I have a picture of Chet Atkins, and while he's recognizable in it, it's kind of dark and undefined.

Ebbie