I’m wondering if my good friend Willie Nelson will come by my house again this Saturday before he performs across the street at Marymoor Park.
Well, I should clarify, Willie is more of an acquaintance than a good friend. And he hasn’t actually stopped at my house.
Okay, he’s not really an acquaintance either, if you want to get super technical.
But in August 2013, he did drive past my house, and he grinned and waved at me with from inside his bus. Just at me, no one else.
That makes Willie more than a stranger, right? A buddy of sorts, almost?
It was a Friday afternoon two years ago. I drove home from work and walked down my driveway to fetch the mail. Way up the street – it’s just a two-lane road, not an arterial or anything – a large object caught my eye. Some kind of oversized rig, moving slowly.
I grabbed my mail, thumbed through it, and as the rig approached I saw a scraggly guy standing at the very front of what I then recognized was a tour bus. I stared at the guy, and he smiled and waved.
The gold bus slowly motored past. On the back I saw an image of an eagle that morphed into … yep, Willie Nelson.
Willie Nelson drove past my mailbox and waved at me!
I hustled back inside my house and got online, and sure enough, a search turned up a photo of his bus.
Who knows, maybe when he drives by today, Willie will have my favorite, Neil Young, along for the ride? Willie and Neil are old pals. I can totally see them riding that bus, gabbing about their love of biodiesel, Farm Aid, and how Willie’s sons Lukas and Micah enjoy playing in Neil’s new backup band. Wow.
Hey, have I mentioned that Neil and I go way back and share a deep family connection?
Well, again, I should clarify. I actually met him just once, for about 5 seconds after a 1999 concert at the Paramount in Seattle.
But I did exchange postcards in the 1990s with his dad Scott, a journalist who once covered hydroplane racing in the 1950s.
That’s another story for another day.