Drama in Nashtown

I'm betting it's the same for the rest of you but you know how your Mom-dar just starts receiving signals when one of your kids has something going on.....you can hear it in their voice, but you know better than to ask what in the hell is wrong.  That just makes them crazy so instead you adopt the "I'm just checking in " approach by email or phone (phone is best because then you can "hear" with your mom ears).  And then you have to wait until they are ready to disclose and sometimes they never do--they just get whatever it was handled, so they sound normal again. 

Well, the Mother Ship over here has been picking up voice signals that there was drama in Nashtown and while curiosity killed the cat, I didn't go there.  I waited...tick, tick, tick...and finally yesterday after my call to "check in", Benji coughed up what's been going on.  Scarletta fired Nathan, their fiddle player and had been in the process for the last week.   Apparently Nathan's head has been somewhere other than on his shoulders, and yep, there's a woman involved---so now you know where his head's been--and still is.  They gave him every opportunity to save himself and he just didn't or wouldn't.  Sooooo, Scarletta is now hunting a new fiddle player and while Benji says it's OK, we all know Nathan could just tear up a fiddle when he played.  Benji says it makes him really sad when he hears the tracks they've already recorded, and hears Nathan's solos.  But if Nathan can't get his head in the game, and hold up his end of the contract, he needs to go.  Benji has interviewed a few new fiddle guys, one of whom plays right now for Carrie Underwood.  The question is, does this guy want to step forward and be the act, or does he want to just play back up, in the background.  Everybody's aspirations are different so if nothing else, this will sure be interesting.

I told Bruce I had known something wasn't quite right and he just said "Huh?"  So much for Father's intuition.

Wiggins and Sis were hosts tonight for a special visitor to our house for dinner.  They were all in a tizz until she arrived and when she did, Sis was the welcoming committee simply because old man Wiggins had fallen asleep in his donut bed, while waiting.  Well, hell....he's old and sometimes he just has to sneak in a nap.  He did get to spend considerable time in AB's lap after dinner, while she loved on him and he groaned with pleasure.  Sis adored our dinner visitor, too, and wanted to get up in her lap, the second she sat down.  Sis is no dummy and neither is Wig.  They no "quality" when they see it.  And AB is.