You know, the answer to life, the universe and everything.
I think the answer to life, the universe and everything is Dolly Parton.
Dolly Parton is goddamn amazing.
She gives books to babies. Her Imagination Library has donated 130 million books. 130 million. When we needed a vaccine, Dolly Parton funded research for the Moderna vaccine. That’s the one Randy got. Have you noticed how that’s filtered every day small talk? “Which vaccine did you get?” Like it matters. Just get one.
Dolly Parton is humble and gracious. She is kind and strong. She is a prolific songwriter and she can sing her ass off.
With all that being said, including where I present the possibility that Dolly Parton is the answer to everything, I have the teensiest complaint.
The train ride at Dollywood is super loud, you guys. Super loud.
Last month, Randy and I ventured from our home and made our way to the Great Smoky Mountains to spend time with our mountain friends. We hadn’t seen them in person in over a year.
Usually, we stay at their mountain, but their mountain was all full up. No beds at the inn. My cabin was occupied.
Instead, we rented a cabin at the top of a mountain in Sevierville, TN. The view was interesting and beautiful. The porches had swings and rockers and benches and a hot tub. We had a pool table and Pacman and air hockey. But no air hockey pucks, which severely limits the fun one can have with an air hockey table. I guess.
Our idyllic cabin was also just above Dollywood.
I guess I could tell you about it, but it’s really better to experience it. So, here you go. This is what we heard multiple times over the weekend.
I mean, it wasn’t all bad. It was kind of funny. After a few drinks, it’s fucking hilarious. And they stopped running before it even got dark out.
No offense to Dolly, but I really think they went overboard with that fucking whistle.