I was a normal teenager. There were no iTunes then, but we were glued to the radio listening to the latest songs. My friend Carole loved country music. I didn’t quite get it. Hank Williams, Charlie Pride and the rest of them didn’t appeal to me.

I’ve always liked to read; an eclectic assortment, if memory serves. So it surprises me that I didn’t realize that some great love stories were told in those songs. Nowadays when I hear country on the car radio I listen. I listen for those gems of phrasing, those ideas that inspire me to write new stories, or take an existing one to a new level.