The band tonight was using the smaller stage, so we sat on the edge of the larger stage to relax and listen. I was totally absorbing the history, vibe, and ghosts of country stars who've long outgrown the place. I told the two Steve's I was going to go walk in the steps of Willie and I walked up on the empty stage. I pictured Willie and the boys on this very stage, their notes still resonating, their sweaty hand prints still on the door jam leading to the dressing room.
I thought I would go check out the back-stage dressing room. Exited stage left, went down the steps, and there was a dark hallway. There was an ancient cigarette machine in the corner, and the smell of beer, smoke and ummm..... something else. I walked a few more steps and and there I was face to face with Willie, well someone's willie. It was now the men's restroom. How embarrassing. If I had entered the hallway from the dance floor like a normal person instead of from the stage I would have seen the big ol Texas sized "Men's Room" sign. 
It was still cool.
