“Not Hickory Wind,” it turns out, says Admin. “It’s just plain Hickory.”
“So forget the whole Gram Parsons thing?” says Spence. “The Byrds? Emmylou Harris? The invention of country rock? Tragic early death?”
“You giving me a hard time?” Admin says.
Uh-oh. I sit up. Is this going to get interesting? Once they armwrestled: that was a sight to see.
“You did have Hickory picked right from the get-go,” Spence says.
Admin gives Spence a long stare and finally says, “More coffee?”
“Here’s to Hickory.”
I lie back down. There was no one like me in the show, that’s all I know.
Tags: Westminster Dog Show
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