Yabba Dabba Do, the King is gone and so are you

I met George Jones once. On his tour bus.

And George was in his pajamas. His wife Nancy, famous for sobering him up, was keeping a close eye on him.

It was following a show at the Patriot Center in Fairfax, VA. A friend of mine who was a publicist for opening-act Tracey Lawrence was able to get us the opportunity for the brief visit.

I shook his hand and mumbled something nondescript, similar to several of my other brushes with greatness -- Miami Steve Van Zandt, Nick Lowe, Joe Ely, Townes Van Zandt, Richard Thompson, Ian Hunter and Springsteen himself.

Just wanted to get this on record before it disappears from my memory.