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There’s no better Saturday than sitting here at home with my grandma, listening to George Jones, and singing along. Talking about grandpa and how much we miss his singing. We’re going to get a root beer float later on. She’s making fun of her shaky hands, and June Carter (I really like her, but my grandma doesn’t ‘particularly care for her’).
And she just told me this fun fact about Jones. He was such an alcoholic, and he wanted to go to town one day. He knew he didn’t need a license to drive a riding lawnmower. So that’s what he did. He drove a riding lawn mower into town on the dirt road, so he wouldn’t get his license suspended. Hahah.
I love my grandma.