Memory implants

Big hairI didn’t acquire a taste for country music until I was well into my 30’s. I guess it took me that long to realize that I’d never be a member of the Rat Pack and had missed membership in the Woodstock generation by about 10 years. Mainly, though, it took me that long to come to grips with the fact that I’d been raised in Sumter, South Carolina and permanently imprinted there by the big hair, Vitalis, sweet tea and biscuits that I’d spent the first half of my life disdaining …