I can feel my mother right here in my chest.
And I know at any moment she's going to just
regurgitate out of my mouth. And I've had to
bite my tongue so hard that it has bled. This
isn't a standard issue cigarette mom. This is
a public service announcement. To the sheets.
On State Route 19 off Exit 34 in Hurricane West,
Virginia. There is no reason why it takes 31
minutes in a town of 4 ,568 people. There's no
reason why it takes 31 minutes to get an iced
coffee and 9 -ounce iced... Vanilla latte. There's
a big machine back there. You just have to hit
which drink I ordered and it dumps it in a cup.
As soon as I got off my Bible study, I was so
happy. I sat there and went over things. I prayed
with my husband, talked about how it went. And
I said, I'm going to run and get me a pack of
cigarettes because I smoked my last one earlier.
Bought my cigarettes at 9 .14 p .m. At 9 .46,
my coffee was ready. And the amount of time it
would have taken me to order a pizza from Domino's,
have it delivered, and then be eating the cheese
sticks, it took them to make one nine -ounce
iced coffee. And I watched the little dude making
it. He literally was taking... Seven minutes
per drink. I watch people walk out of there with
bags of food. Ready -made, custom -grilled, made
-to -order food. Hamburgers, cheeseburgers, hot
dogs, and the like. They walked out with their
hot food before I could get an iced coffee. If
your employees don't understand the urgency of
fast food, then they need to get the hell another
job. I spend almost probably anywhere between
$2 ,500 and $3 ,000 a month at a gas station.
Because gas ain't cheap and we travel all the
time. I also smoke cigarettes. My husband has
a caffeine addiction. If there's L .A .s, I'm
buying them too, but they won't carry them at
the sheets even though I keep sending them emails
and have contacted corporate several times. But
that's fine. I'll go across the line and give
Kentucky my money. Kentucky's gonna get my money
from now on. I don't care if I have to crawl
across glass. I won't be spending other diamond
sheets. I am so very lonely in this town. I've
been here for two years. And it's real hard to
stay in a town that you ain't from, that you
don't like, when people don't speak to you. When
people don't talk to you, we invite people over
to the house. When you invite people to go to
lunch, we invite people to go junk. When you
make them supper, make them gumbo, make them
peach copper, check on them when they're sick,
take them eggs, take them milk when their baby's
out. But no, you know why I'm not accepted into
the fold here of West by God, Virginia? Because
of this right here. Because I'm a dyed -in -the
-wool, bleed -blue Kentuckian. And I might as
well be one of the damn McCoys. It doesn't matter
how famous I get, how much influence I get, how
much money I get, what kind of job I have, what
kind of ministry I'm working, what kind of porches
I decorate, what kind of walking I do, what kind
of life I am living. They don't want me here.
And wasn't it Jesus himself who said, shake the
dust of your feet off of you from this town and
move on. I love my porch. I love my husband more
than life itself. I love them birds out there
in the building. I love them dogs in there on
the couch. I love this cat under my feet. But
that's about as far as my loyalty to West by
God Virginia goes. The only thing that gives
me hope is that this world ain't my home. And
this town sure as hell ain't my home. I might
live here for right now. I might be paying a
water bill to somebody who's lining their pockets,
which, you know, if you're in a small town, you
are. 31 minutes, just so I could get my husband
a coffee. 31 minutes when there's five Starbucks
in this town, and I thought, I'm not going to
give my money to corporate greed. I'm going to
give it to right here in West Virginia. I'm going
to give it to right here at the end of the farm
road and take three lights internally. I'm going
to give it to the people that I see every single
day. Now, I don't think this is a test, Missy.
I think this is because I live in West Virginia,
and no matter what I do with all my degrees and
all my experience, I'm never going to fit in.
I'm never going to fit in. I was born to stand
out, and I don't want to fit in, really, but
I would like to be acknowledged, respected, and
or included. I kind of feel like Maleficent at
the baby shower. Yes, I know I'm a hard pill
to swallow, and some people say I'm hard to get
along with, but what you see is what you get.
I'm this way all the time. Sometimes we're going
to talk about Jesus. Sometimes we're going to
talk about my ex -husband. Sometimes we're going
to talk about the one I got now. Sometimes we're
going to talk about the three chickens that I
had to bury this week. But for particular tonight,
I'm talking about the fact that I'm disappointed
in the fact that you can't find nobody to work
in this town. And when you do find somebody to
work, it takes a nine minutes per drink. So it
takes you 31 minutes to get your iced coffee
that you could have walked hands and knees, barefoot,
naked through burning coals and got to the Charleston
Starbucks and back before then. I know it sounds
like a first world problem and maybe it is. You
don't need iced coffee. Sarah, you got coffee
at home. No, but I was trying to do something
nice for my husband. Sarah, you don't need to
be impatient. No, I don't, but I want to get
home and eat my supper because I ain't got to
eat all day. No, they can't help it because God
didn't give them the sense to blow their nose.
But somebody needs to hold them accountable.
We just had this Bible study. Work like the Lord
himself is signing your paycheck. Because I can
done tell you the Lord would not sign that paycheck.
The Lord would probably have thrown that coffee
in his face and flipped that table. But all I
did in my best Tammy Terry voice as I stood there
and watched five little boys, and I say little
boys, they were in their late 20s and they were
making really inappropriate remarks at every
young thing that walked through the gas station
to the point where I really wanted to call and
report them all as sex offenders. That's how
nasty the talk was. Out of sheets. On a Thursday.
And there's five employees twiddling their thumbs,
checking the phone, standing outside smoking.
And there's one guy working on the drink station.
The food's all been done. It's already been distributed
and they've already ate their hamburgers. I'm
still waiting on a nine ounce iced coffee. So
the guy next to me, he said, you've been standing
here longer than me. I said, mm -hmm. Been here
since 9 -15. He goes, I ordered $60 worth of
food and it's already done. I said, mm -hmm,
because a different person was making it. And
you're probably from here, aren't you? He goes,
yeah, I went to high school with that guy. I
was like, there you go. Nailed it. So when the
manager finally come over and made this, and
let me explain this. At Sheetz, there's this
big, huge machine that says, which drink did
they order? And you hit three buttons and it
fills it up. It's not rocket science. A monkey
trained for more than two weeks could do this.
I watched three different people attempt to make
an iced coffee with whipped cream and oat milk.
I know. I was asking them to figure out the Big
Bang Theory. I understand that this is my fault.
And after I sat there very quietly and watched
people throw trash on the floor, watched these
guys make inappropriate comments at the young
ladies that were standing at the counter, watched
that girl go out for a smoke break twice while
I was there. And as I finally got my coffee and
he said, I hope you have a good night. I said,
oh no, you've ruined that. You've ruined that.
You've made damn sure to ruin whatever hope I
had for enjoying the rest of my night. Thank
you, Satan. I recognize you. So as I got ready
to leave, I yelled back into the store, 31 minutes.
31 minutes it took me to get a nice coffee. Never
expect me to spend another dime here. And if
I were y 'all, I wouldn't either. 31 minutes
is unacceptable. Unacceptable. 31 minutes at
McDonald's, my mother would be throwing a coffee
through the window. 31 minutes at Pizza Hut waiting
on something that said it was ready in 15, my
Aunt Beth would have slammed it up against the
wall. 31 minutes for an iced coffee is unacceptable.
How do we get the younger generation to understand
that you have to work for a living? How do we
get the younger generation to understand that
you can't just go to mom and daddy every time
the times get tough? How do we get the younger
generation to understand that you have to put
in the work? That just because you can play a
recorder with your nose and you can play the
1812 Overture does not make you equipped to deal
with the world. Thank goodness I was out of cigarettes.
Thank goodness that I was waiting for my coffee
so I could have one for the first time in two
and a half hours. Because that's really fun to
put on a woman in perimenopause when she's had
a long day and buried three chickens and had
a headache that would split a rock in two. That's
a really good time to make somebody wait 31 minutes
for literally brown water and sugar. You know
how to get him to watch your mouth, Vicki? Start
popping him in the lip. Worked with me. I learned
not to smart off and back talk near as much.
I learned when to watch my P's and Q's. I learned
that children should be seen and not heard. Pop
him in the mouth. Raise a child in the way that
he should go and he will not depart from it as
he gets older. Smack him in the mouth. We stopped
giving belt whoopings and started giving timeouts.
If we had a Bible and a belt, 25 years ago, instead
of participation trophies and inside voices,
we wouldn't have the situation that we're in
right now. We wouldn't have people thinking that
they're born something different. We wouldn't
have people thinking that they was born an animal.
We wouldn't have men dressing as women trying
to fight girls in high school sports. This isn't
just about a 31 -minute iced coffee. This is
about the lack of accountability and respect
and responsibility that is... vehemently taken
over the culture that we live in. No one is accountable.
No one gives a damn. No one cares if you get
your stuff or not. No one knows the golden rule.
I'm trying my best, y 'all. I know we had a really
good Bible study tonight, and I'm not gonna let
this steal my joy, but I just felt like I should
tell everybody else who might be in a hurry to
get on with the rest of their life because all
they wanted was just a little cup of coffee to
give to their husband because he's working like
a dog in there on the computer. I thought that
was unacceptable. I'm talking to young people
in public, too, Vicki. Smack them in the mouth!
If their parents didn't raise them, You sure
as hell can swap in. I'll hashtag in transparent.
I'll identify as your mother. My mom was not
my friend. My daddy sure as hell wasn't my friend.
My daddy and I came to blow so bad when I was
14 years old that I moved in with my granny for
six months. Just because we could not get along.
But I respected him. I'm just sad. I'm just sad
that as much as I think I'm getting ahead in
the world and doing the mission that God's put
before me and actually making great strides for
the kingdom, and then something happens like
this to where I go... I understand now why Jesus
told them to preach the message and save who
they could and move on. I understand now why
Jesus says that a prophet is never accepted in
his own hometown. I understand now why you have
to be in the world and not of it. I understand.
I could have ordered an Uber Beats and had somebody's
ass whooped in a shorter time than it took me
to get an iced coffee. And I was just aggravated.
And I just, I don't... It's not that I'm real
picky. And it's not that I'm a Karen. It's that
I was raised in a world that respected their
elders. I was raised in a world where you did
what you was told. I was raised in a world where
you had common courtesy. I was raised in a world
where you did your job if you wanted the paycheck.
Damned if I do. If we're having problems making
an iced coffee, well, we can't trust them with
anything. We can't trust them with anything.
With anything. Just in my experience with the
people under 30 years old, One set off fireworks
so dangerously close to my house that it burnt
through my trailer. It burnt a hole in my roof.
It burnt a hole in my coop. And I found about
60 bottle rocket casings in my backyard after
the 4th of July, even though we're less than
a half a mile of where they let off the big fireworks
in this town. How do you correct that? How do
you re -break that bone and set it? You can't.
How do you explain to your neighbors that it's
not okay for their kids to come up on your porch
and just steal whatever they can get their hands
on and run back to their house? How do you explain
that when the parents don't know any better?
How do you explain that it doesn't take 31 minutes
to put ice in a cup and hit the coffee button?
How do you explain to people that you have to
put your trash out if you want them to pick it
up? How do you explain to people how to be common
sense intelligent? April, what happened is that
it took me 31 minutes to get an iced coffee at
a gas station less than five minutes from my
house. When there was only seven people in the
entire gas station, including the four people
working, five people working there. And let me
be clear, I'm not mad about the coffee. I'm mad
about the disrespect. I'm mad about the environment
that I was standing in. And I'm mad that no one
besides me said anything about, maybe you shouldn't
be talking like that about young women. No. I
also came to a realization today that there's
347 ,000 children in the foster care system.
There's 350 ,000 Protestant -based denomination
churches in the United States. If every church
had one family that would foster one child, we
wouldn't need a foster program anymore. But we're
too busy. We can't be doing that. For every one
sex offender that they're investigating, there's
15 more on your block. Something's bad wrong,
and we're going to have to fix it. I think we
start by preaching the truth. We have gotten
so placated in pandering to people's emotions
instead of logic, to people's feelings instead
of fact. I don't pander. If I think something,
I'm going to say it. If I see something, I'm
going to say it. If I think it needs to be done
better, if I think that I can do it better, if
I think that you can do it better, I'm going
to say it. But there was no reason. Why it took
three people to figure out how to push one button
at a gas station. There's no reason. Just pure
old laziness and ignorance. That's all it is.
So enjoy your $17 an hour that you're making
because you earned every penny of it tonight.
Got nine of it off of me for a coffee that cost
me $2 .48. Leah, the generation born after the
turn of Y2K. That's who we're dealing with right
now. And how they have no accountability, no
training, no responsibility, no accountability,
no respect for anything. As long as they got
their phone in their hand and their thumb up
their ass, they're doing all right. 31 minutes
for an iced coffee in a town of 4 ,000 people.
Nashville's faster. New York is faster. Irving's
faster, and that's saying something. Church don't
do the job of being brother's keeper. Are you
kidding? That might offend the biggest tither
in church, and we can't be turning the lights
off. How early on us, Sue? Are you new here?
Now, you know better than that. If we start preaching
the truth and calling people out on their actions
and making them accountable for what they have
done, then who's gonna pay for the preacher's
new Lexus? Have you lost your mind? If we run
off Deborah and Johnetta, who's gonna make the
casseroles for Sainspiration? If we run off Tammy
and Beth, who's gonna clean the church after
baptism? If we run off Amelina, who's gonna decorate
the Christmas tree? Think. I would have, Susan.
The cerebeth of six months ago would have been
flipping a lot more than tables. They'd have
to call the law on me. But instead, I sat there
and thought, what is the Lord trying to teach
me right now? He's not trying to teach me patience.
He's trying to teach me discernment. He's trying
to teach me to stand up. He's trying to teach
me to be courageous. So that's what I'm trying
to be. I'm really not worried about what people
think about me because they already don't like
me. I ain't worried about it. I ain't worried
about it at all. And I'll tell you why I ain't
worried about it at all. Because of Mark right
here. What it says in Mark. That said, really
embrace your life. And what he says right here
in Mark 13, and this wasn't even part of the
Bible study, but it's in my heart right now.
He says in verse 11 in Mark 13, when they bring
you betrayed into court, don't worry about what
you'll say. The time comes and say what's on
your heart. The Holy Spirit will guide you. It's
going to be brother killing brother, father killing
child, children killing parents. There's no telling
who will hate you because of me. Stay with it
because that's what was required. Stay with it
to the end and you won't be sorry because you'll
be saved. But that gets to me every single time.
There's no telling who's gonna hate you because
of me. And it ain't just the people watching
my Bible studies, friends. It's the ones that
the devil's stirring them up. It's the ones that
are trying to get to me through the cracks. It's
the ones that are waiting 30 minutes to get to
my coffee. It's the ones that are trying to stumble
me up on my path. It's the blocks in my way when
I'm saying, Satan, not today. I don't care if
they hate me or not. I'm still gonna tell the
truth. I'm still gonna say my piece. I'm still
gonna do what I was put on earth here to do.
It just would be nice to have somebody to have
coffee with every now and again without getting
snide remarks about me being from Kentucky or
getting cross -eyed because I'm from a college
that you can't spell. Reminds me of what my buddy
said one time in Bible school. He said, kind
of reminds you of the church in Ephesia, doesn't
it? And I was like, that's not the name of the
town. What's going on with Ephesia? And I was
like, well, it's Ephesus. One. Two. It's one
of the reasons we have, mostly the reason we
have the porch. It's always come to Jesus on
the porch. You said things on the porch you couldn't
say around the dinner table. You called people
out to the porch when you couldn't say it in
front of the kids. You called people out to the
porch to have a come of Jesus when you couldn't
say it in front of granny. The porch is where
we sort stuff out. And I still have plenty of
joy deep down in my heart, but I also have discernment
and I also have disappointment in the generation
that's following me because what is there for
me to pass down if they're not standing there
holding the rope? What am I doing all this for
if there's not somebody ready to hold the next
lantern on the Olympic run? What am I doing this
for? Because I know where I stand with God. And
I know what my mission is with God. Aggravating.
That's all it is. It's just plain old aggravating.
And I know I'm perimenopause. I know I haven't
eaten all day. I'm a little hungry. I probably
got a little bit of sun poisoning. And I slept
too long this afternoon during my afternoon nap.
It doesn't change the fact that it does not take
31 of God's given minutes on this God green earth.
to fix a cup of coffee. Was y 'all waiting for
Juan Valdez to roll in on the donkey with the
beans? What's going on? I don't even drink coffee.
Mostly because for the last 20 years in Nashville,
because I was the only female in the company,
I must have been real good at finding the filters.
So no, I don't make coffee anymore. If you want
coffee, you can make it yourself. The only person
that I break that rule for is my husband. But
after tonight, he knows not to ask me to go unless
it's in a drive -thru and it's expedient. No
good deed goes unpunished. So anyway, I just
got my heart broke. And there was no reason for
it other than the fact that I had faith in mankind
instead of God. That's where I messed up. That's
the lesson, isn't it, Lord? I had faith in man
instead of faith in God. Man, talk about smacking
you in the mouth. So, I'm going to do like the
Bible and Eleanor Roosevelt said, be the change
that you want to see in the world. Thank you.
I got these at CATA. I could have door dashed
an order from Sheetz and got it quicker. I could
have double dashed and got it quicker. I could
have walked there and back and made the coffee
myself quicker. And it's just a lack of respect
and accountability. That's all it is. It's a
matter of, well, we have to hire them, even though
we don't know if they're a boy or a girl, and
they won't give us their real name, and they
wear kitty cat ears, and they wear gloves every
time that they work. But that's okay, right?
They're handling food. In order to crack a barrel,
I wasn't even allowed to wear short -sleeved
shirts. When I was the manager of a hotel, I
had to wear long sleeves every day because of
my tattoos. I had to go through six weeks of
training before I was allowed to talk to a guest.
I had to watch them stupid videos with Conrad
Hilton telling about how much money he's made
so he can give it out of pairs. Is that just
gone? Like, we don't have training anymore? We're
like, oh, thank God you're here and you have
a pulse. Clock in. What do I do? You'll figure
it out. The Lord might be looking for your unqualified
yes, but the sheets ain't. You have to know what
you're doing. This is why I drink sweet tea,
and this is why I drink sweet tea that I make
myself, because this is slop. And it was really
good when I had it full of ice. I had it chock
full of ice and just had a little bit of tea
in it. That's how long it took. It melted every
bit of it, and now it's just watered down, nasty
iced tea. That's alright. It's 10 .30 at night.
I'm gonna go in there and eat me a tomato sandwich
that I picked right out of my garden for the
third night in a row because I don't feel like
cooking. I have absolutely no appetite. I might
strip down naked and go skinny dip in my kiddie
pool at 11 o 'clock at night. I don't know. Just...
I'm trying not to be as discouraged as I feel.
I'm trying to keep my head up. I'm trying to
figure out if I'm doing the right thing or if
this is just par for the course. That many will
hate you because of Jesus. Like the girl that
called me up tonight and said, I don't understand
you. You're talking about Jesus, but you talk
like a sailor and you smoke. And I said, what's
your point? You know who else talked like a sailor?
The four sailors that Jesus recruited to be disciples.
You know who else talked like me? The men that
went to prison preaching Jesus' gospel. You know
who else was like me? Jesus, flipping tables
and saying, this ain't how you do it. You're
way off base. So, my role models might look a
little different than yours. Mine have a record.
I thank God for Jesus that records wipe clean,
but they do have one. Vicky, I would can tomatoes,
but I'm terrified of botulism. I didn't know
I charged that today. I just hit it like it owed
me money. I'm all about holding each other accountable
and lifting each other up. I'm not about being
hateful just for the sake of being hateful. I'm
not about judging just to make yourself feel
better. I'm not about you calling out the plank
in my eye when you've got a telephone pole in
yours. I'm not about that. I'm going to have
to have a Jesus perspective from now on. Isn't
that what we just learned? I have to look at
it from the perspective as maybe this is their
only source of income. This is the only place
that would hire them because of their experience
and their education. Maybe this is the only place
that would let them walk to work because they
don't have a car. Maybe this is the only time
that they have a moment to themselves with five
kids and a screaming wife at home. Maybe this
is something I don't understand. But I don't
think patience is the key here. I think that
discernment is. I think discernment's gonna be
a big part of my mission going forward. I feel
like I'm gonna walk into rooms and be like, hell
with you, hell with you, you're cool, hell with
you, hell with you. I'm okay. I'll be alright.
I always am. Lord's got this. I'm gonna let Him
call it. But in the meantime... I've been stuck
in Jeremiah for about three days now. And I feel
a lot like Jeremiah. He's literally screaming
at the people going, do you not get it yet? The
Lord is going to come down hard and swift on
you because you just don't get it. And yet they
still didn't get it. Vicky management was there,
and they still couldn't figure out how to make
the coffee. I'm gonna have to call Mr. Sheets
himself. That's one thing about me, friends,
is I cannot hide my emotions. You see my face,
you know exactly what I'm thinking. We'll be
somewhere, and somebody else starts singing off
-key, and I'll go... And my husband will go,
fix your face. And I'm like... Can't help it.
You might look at me and say, does this outfit
look good? And my mouth might go, yeah, that
looks great. And my eyes are going, did they
not have a bigger size? You know the definition
of insanity is doing the same thing over and
over and over again, expecting different results.
I keep seeing this girl walk up and down my road,
and I know who she's going to visit, and I know
who his wife is, and I don't think that's going
to work out real good for her. That's the definition
of insanity. It's not the definition of adultery
table. We'll get into that at some other time.
What's really sad is that I'm friends with one
of the managers there. She wasn't there tonight.
And Lord knows she's got enough of a cross to
bear at home without me adding to it. So... I
think that what I can just do is save my money
and make my own coffee. Because words won't stick
to this generation. But lack of money will. Remember
the boycotts? We boycotted Walden Books. We boycotted
Disney there for a while. We boycotted the Simpsons
there for a while. It's time for a boycott. And
when Sheetz wonders why I'm not spending half
of my take -home income on gas and coffee here
in a month, and why other people in the neighborhood
are not shopping there anymore, they're going
to be like, maybe we should reevaluate how we're
doing things because we seem to be running people
off. Wishing one hand and shitting the other,
Sarah. Isn't that the way it goes? I don't know.
I'll be fine. I'll be fine once I can figure
out my hair's doing curly crazy things because
the humidity's up. I'll be fine. I'm thankful
for y 'all. Y 'all are literally my only link
to the outside civilized world. Because Lord
knows it ain't here. We might as well have horse
and buggy. So. We're boycotting sheets. The gas
station that took 31 minutes to make a nice coffee
with only five employees there and three people
in the store. I didn't understand why that took
so long. Could have probably had some flown in
from Starbucks in Washington by the time it took
them to figure out which button to push on the
big machine back there that says, push me. It'll
be all right. Bear up. Nothing that little Jesus
and little weed can't fix. I really love y 'all.
You're what keep me going. You and Jesus. I'll
be feeling really bad about something. Lord will
say, why don't you go talk to your friends? And
I'm like, okay, I'll go to the porch. And y 'all
always come and visit me on the porch. There's
always... Somebody on the porch. It's like I
told my friend Leah the other day. I said, you
don't matter what time of day it is. Don't matter
what time of night. There's always somebody on
the porch that's willing to talk about it. That's
why I encourage you all to make friends with
each other. That's why I encourage you to have
your own porches. That's why I encourage you
to have your own Bible studies. That's why I
encourage you all to commune together, to congregate
together, to fellowship together. Because there's
always somebody on the porch. Well, friends,
that's all I have to say about that. I just got
my feelings hurt. But I love you guys very much,
and I'm very thankful for you. And I'm going
to take my own advice and give it to God. Let
Him call the shot. Make the call. Pray that I
can find some kind of peace in my perimenopause.
Not even peace, just a rhythm that I'm comfortable
with. Because I tell you, between the three hours
of sleep, me working like a dog in the backyard,
me burying chickens every other day because it's
been so hot, they're all getting sick. Between
me fighting people over my self -worth, people
fighting... I think my new favorite thing is
when people call me and ask me to do a gig and
then they try to nickel and dime me down to like
20 bucks to come play. And I'm like, you realize
that gas is $5 a gallon, right? And that you
live 400 miles away. I'm not being a jerk, but
I have to pay to get there. It's my job. I mean,
I'm not gonna have my mechanic come over and
change my tires and change my oil and be like,
would you go do this for a couple dozen eggs?
Because I don't really feel like paying for it.
No. That's all I know. Thanks for listening to
me. Keep your bubbles up and then you pat her
down your head on a swivel. Because people are
not only crazy, but they're stupid and ignorant.
Which are two different things. Try to be nice
and kind. I'm trying. And considering the options
that were available to me for that particular
circumstance, I was as kind as could be expected.
I love you, and I mean that. I appreciate you
being here. And, uh, I will see you guys soon.
If you haven't got your tickets for shows, we've
got one tomorrow night in Hurricane, one tomorrow,
uh, Saturday night in Huntington, West Virginia,
next weekend's in Campton, Kentucky, and then
we're in Inez, Kentucky. So, a lot of Appalachian
shows coming up here lately, but if you want
us in your neck of the woods, then get on my
website and let me know where to come, and then
we'll make it work. So, that's all I know. In
the meantime, friends, I will see you again tomorrow.
And until then, remember, I'm Sarah Beth Terry.
You're not.