Dwight Yoakam Traveler's Latern

Something to lighten things up a bit.

Part of me always feels like I'm headin home when I aim the car south across the Ohio river into the hills of Eastern Kentucky. My heart rate slows and Queen Tiger swears that I pick up a drawl that comes out when I buy gas around the London, KY exit. I lazily add, "Yes Maam" to my answers without thinking.
I always throw at least one of his CD's when we are on vacation. Dwight's music feels like it belongs as a sound track to our driving south.