The Past is Always a Little Blurry
In anticipating seeing Clint Black in concert in Charleston this week, I tripped down memory lane remembering the first time I saw - and met - him. You can read that story here. Thirty-something years ago, I had the cool experience of visiting the White House with an up-and-coming young country singer named Clint Black and his band. My friend, Rhonda Keenum, had already finagled the tickets qnd backstage passes for us because of her unique position as assistant to, and gatekeeper for, the late Lee Atwater. People called him all the time for favors. She was the one who made them happen most of the time. In this case, Clint Black's "people" had called to see if Lee Atwater could arrange a White House tour prior to the DC-area concert. Rhonda told the "people" she felt sure it could be arranged - if she and her friend (me) could come along. On a warm September Saturday morning, we met Clint's bus out front of the White House - this was before all the crazy secu