I Thought He'd Be Taller...Part II

...I thought "Wow, that guys looks the part all the time." I watched him as he jumped into that cool truck and hoped he would drive past me so I could check out his license plate. The front plate, lo and behold, said 'Alan Jackson' on it. Hmmmm! As he drove past I was wanting to get his tag number and try to find him on the Internet. I got friends that can do that sort of stuff. I was a little disappointed to see that his plate wasn't one of those vanity plates that said "Chattahoochee" or "Summertime". Actually, it was just a generic plate and I forgot to get the number. Anyhow, I looked back into the store and around the parking lot and folks were gesturing towards the truck--was that really him? I immediately got on my phone and called Mom because she is a big Alan Jackson fan. I got her voice mail once again because she was at her Sunday evening bingo tournament. Not to be deterred I called my sister to let her in on the details. She's a REALLY BIG Alan Jackson fan. I went on and on about how I held the door for him. How he nodded in my direction. I mentioned his hat and his white cowboy boots, the fabulous truck and the ripped jeans. The one factor that made me question whether it was him or not was his height. I'm 5'7" and this guy was barely taller than me. My sister agreed that she thought he was a long drink of water and was about 6'4". No way was this guy that tall. It sure did look like him. My sister was so excited. Did you get his autograph? Did he have his daughters with him? Don't you live near the Chattahoochee? As we continued to go back and forth about possible conversations that we would've had with Alan had he been able to stay and chat I received a text message from Mom. Check the TV, it said. My sister and I both flipped on the television and there sat the real Alan Jackson at a country music awards show being aired lived from Las Vegas. Or was it? Maybe, the guy on TV was the impostor?

I Thought He'd Be Taller...Part I

I ran up to the local gas station the other evening to pick up a couple of snacks and was on my way out the door and held the door for a gentleman who was on the way in. Nice of me, huh? Anyhow, the guy was kinda slump shouldered and was wearing a plaid looking western shirt and a white hat. He had blond curly hair and a bushy mustache. I took one look at him and said, "Hey, you're Alan Jackson!" He nodded at me as I held the door for him and walked on inside. (Was that who I thought it was?) I put my purchases in the Mustang and looked over at the vehicle he was driving. I'm not sure what I was expecting but it turned out to be a dual cab black pickup truck with steer horns across the front. I immediately appreciated the beauty of that truck. It wasn't a new truck but probably around 1995. It had tinted windows but I was able to see one other person inside. I watched as he nodded to several other people, made his purchases and strode back through the door. I was watching him the whole way. I wanted to be sure that that was really him. I noticed that he was wearing white cowboy boots and ripped jeans...