Hot August night
It was a hot August night, and I found myself standing in a church pulpit for the first time. Danny Johnson of Webster, South Dakota, contacted me a year ago about speaking at a fundraiser for a nonprofit called the St. Pauli Foundation. I regretfully declined as I was undergoing chemoradiation therapy for tonsil cancer at the time. There were days when I could barely muster the energy to walk from my recliner to the bathroom. I now feel strong enough to wrestle a bear — a teddy bear, that is — so when Danny contacted me again about speaking, I quickly agreed. Like many country ...