My dad adores Travis Tritt and I mean, he dearly loves him. When we used to live in Marietta, there was this little bar and grill called Ernies. Travis walked in and my dad, who doesn't get intimidated by anyone, speaks to him. They sat there for a couple hours, no one bothered them, and talked like they were old friends for hours. Only my dad lol!
I guess for every good story there'e a bad one, may depend on what kind of mood he's in that day. As many others have said, Teresa is a doll!