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Whether it was on the free juke box at the original Longhorns on Peachtree Street in Atlanta, or on public television’s “Austin City Limits,” or just on the radio, I never heard George Strait’s wailing “Does Fort Worth Ever Cross Your Mind?” that I didn’t think about the two Jerrys – Wilson and Horton – and the one Bobby – Jones – and that summer in 1963 that the four of us spent working at Texas Steel Company in Fort Worth, Texas. And, I never hear “The Old Rugged Cross” where I am not transported back, in my mind, to that little country Methodist church, Pinehill, in Washington County, Georgia. I can see Grandma fanning and singing and Papa fanning and sitting and the memory is both warm and melancholy. There is nothing I can do to stop the feelings or change the memories. Funny how songs do that to me – and I expect to you, also.