Star sightings

There is a small compound of property at the end of our street that is somewhat set off to itself.  There's two houses with large, wrought-iron fences around them that really blend with the street and a kind of enclave surrounded by a solid stucco wall.  The back of these properties are gated, and there's a big tour bus outside.  A few months ago, our next door neighbor, who has lived here her entire life, told us that the properties belonged to Dolly Parton.  The story is that she has a seamstress and a recording studio and some other business-related services there.  Her Nashville home is not far from here, but gated and set back far from the road.  Our neighbor said that often, on Sunday morning, a big van would go by with Dolly in the front passenger seat.  Some other friends confirmed the fact that the property belonged to her, but that was all we knew.

On Sunday, while Wes was working in the yard with Oliver, just such a van pulled down the street.  Wes said it slowed down, evidently to get a laugh at Ollie, wielding a rake at least twice his size, and sure enough, there was Dolly Parton, taking in our blondie.

Always nice to get to know the neighbors.