Grandpa treated many to a night at the Grand Ole Opry (I stayed home, too late and loud for a youngun' like myself). Daddy called it a cultural experience and everyone had a good time. There was some kitch, some style and some down home quality entertainment. Yee-haw! Although, neither Aunt Vicki (the local, bless her heart), nor Grandpa, master organizer, were very adept at directing the group around the sprawling facility that is Opry Land. But, in light of their graciousness, hospitality and unmatched love for me, all is forgiven. Especially since the booth agent was kind enough to let us out of the $10 parking lot for free when we plead our pitiful case.