A few years ago Charlie Daniels performed at our county fair. He was met at the airport by two young men who worked at the fair. They had no trouble recognizing him, a friendly, imposing 6’2” tall with the full snowy beard and white cowboy hat.
They asked about his luggage, but all he had was a carry on duffel bag. “I like to travel light,” he told them. “But I would appreciate directions to a laundromat and a car to borrow.”
And of course they’re thinking but not saying,
You do your own laundry? But you’re a legend. You’re rich.
And kind of old.
Back in town he got directions to a laundromat and a car to borrow (for which he paid most generously). Besides doing his clothes, he told them he enjoyed talking to the locals.
When he returned they had to ask if anyone recognized him.
“They never do.”
But then of course no one would expect to see an American icon folding his undies at a laundromat in a Central Valley California town on a quiet Friday afternoon.
I should mention that the Charlie Daniels Band arrived separately on a bus. Included were musical instruments, sound and light equipment, costumes, musicians, technicians, and assorted road dogs.
Charlie Daniels Band
The Devil Went down to Georgia
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