On a recent tour from Nashville to Natchez, one morning when leaving the campground I turned the wrong way onto the highway. After 'only' two miles I realized the sun was on the wrong side of the road. Turning around, I discovered that what I had thought were 'miraculously recovered' legs on my way out, had been only a tailwind. I'm starting to think that my family, who had always told me I was a smart boy, was just giving encouragement to a 'special needs' kid. "Look at him, Ma. He's tryin' really hard!"