I came to see you today, Loretta, with old Trigger by my side. As my fingers found the strings, that night in Nashville came rushing back to me. I can still hear my own voice on the phone after three long decades apart: “Loretta, I’ve got a song… I think it belongs to us.”
The Day the Stars Crossed Again I came to see you today, Loretta. Old Trigger was with me, his worn…