A couple of assumptions: (1) I think it was 1992, (2) I think this was Rhonda's first Grand Ole Opry performance. I was lounging, half-asleep, when I saw those white pumps and energetic legs striding across the stage like they were on a mission. I knew something wonderful was about to happen, and it's a wonder I didn't hurt myself jumping up and slapping a tape in the VCR. This is every second I captured, but she captured my attention that night, and my appreciation for her just keeps growing. I'm pretty sure I'll never be "over" Rhonda.
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