Since I left East Tennessee for the Grand Strand of South Carolina roughly 544 days ago, the ubiquity of Dolly Parton had been watered down to Salty the sea lion.
Yes, Salty is to some (including myself) the main attraction of the swashbuckling hijinks at Myrtle Beach’s Pirate’s Voyage Dinner & Show, co-owned by Dolly.
No more seeing Dolly on official issued license plates, 24-foot-tall by 60-foot-wide murals in nearby Ringgold, Georgia, or tattooed on people’s flesh, including my friend Caitlin’s forearm.
That was until last week.