Well, it's confession time. A number of years back my BBW and I were crossing the country in a van, meandering at will, and she had got it into her head from listening to Paul Simon's cut called "Graceland" that she really, really wanted to go to Graceland. She kept singing that refrain over and over in the song. So we re-plotted our course and cut a three-hundred mile detour to head on up to Nashville, because, in a fit of memory-failure she had altered the words to "Graceland, Graceland, Nashville, Tennessee....". Well we got to Nashville and had a fine old time but were slightly red-faced when we asked about Graceland, which is on the outskirts of Memphis. Nothing fazed, we drove across the whole state the next day and BBW got to "do" Graceland. I declined the opportunity, myself.

So I got even by singing "Let's go tuh Luckenback, Texas, Willie and Whalon and the boys..." over and over until we had crossed the wide open spaces and actually did arrive in said town, which has little more than a feed store and a John Deere franchise to recommend it.

Regards,

A.