So one day last summer I was bustin’ a move—part backcountry hiking pace and part Texas Two Step—down Sheridan Avenue when I came upon a dude with a clipboard and smirk.
“What do you call that little dance step, lassie?” he asked.
“First of all, I am no lassie,” I replied. “You may call me Ms. Cody, and if I deem you worthy you may call me Corrie. Second, there is no name for that dance step. It is something that just happens when Dan Miller singing ‘Ghost Riders in the Sky’ gets stuck in my head. Fighting it is like trying to defy gravity.”
“I apologize for being so forward, Ms. Cody,” he said. “I also saw Dan’s show at his new digs in the Buffalo Bill Center of the West last night, and I must say that I hoofed it back to my hotel with the sounds of ‘Happy Trails’ putting a big smile on my face. It was still in my own head as I drifted off to sleep.”
“In that case, apology accepted and please call me Corrie,” I said. “Now, what’s up with the clipboard?”
Well, it turns out that my new friend was conducting a survey on behalf of Read More