I thought I might as well opt for co-pilot off the bat. At least I could watch and listen if we happened to plummet thousands of feet. Little planes have always made me a bit nervous, or rather the thought of them, so an 8-seater was no exception. I think of two words: ‘tuna can.’ Or maybe three… ‘airborne tuna can’

Then, again, how do you say no? You have to get your kicks somehow. The pilot, who flies for a major airline, is a friend of a friend, and he offered to give us a ride in his so-called ‘toy’ (not ‘tuna can?!’)

Thankfully, the weather cooperated. What fun!

In just over an hour, we were in Nashville, Tennessee, and I felt my southern accent coming back already. I only lived in Tennessee for three-and-a-half years when I was working for the ABC affiliate WATE-TV, but that twang was contagious!

Great first trip to Nashville. Live music should be a part of everyone’s life

… as long as I’m not a part of it. I was forced on stage to hit a few drums with the professionals this weekend. Why they picked me, I do not know. Embarrassing moment number 153,854,933,874.

I assumed they’d just expect me to do a little dance. Instead, I was trying to balance on a stool… in a dress… with my legs crossed… on a raised stage using my right hand. I’m a left-handed, randomly shy woman who last touched a musical instrument in middle school. Remember those plastic recorders?? Like I said…  embarrassing moment number 153,854,933,874.