Hello Dolly!

For you musical fans, sorry this ain't about showtunes.

Well....

Maybe it is....kinda....

It involves music...it involves wigs...it involves big productions...

It's none other than Mrs. Dolly Parton!

I claimed to have nothing to blog about, but then my good buddy Dirk Mancuso, who needs no introduction, reminded me about a story from my youth.

*Enter flashback music and swirly dissolve to W as a young boy*

One of the weirdest Dolly memories I have involve my Grandpa, my mom, sister, and Kenny Rogers. We'd just bought the record (gasp, yes record) to "Islands in the Stream", and we listened to it over and over (once, twice, three times a lady). Then Momma W said enough!

Perhaps the most telling sign of my path of life was the fact my sister had a Dolly Parton doll.

Ah, I remember Dolly well, that maroon pantsuit, the bright shiny silver accents, the fully voluptuous....oh wait...not that part...but there was something fascinating and enchanting about Dolly. When "forced" to play Barbie with my sis, I'd always choose Dolly or a barbie with just one arm. Why? No clue. Years of therapy probably wouldn't be able to explain it all.

But yup Dolly makes me jolly.