Over Christmas, my cousin-in-law got pretty near all the Johnny Cash CD's a guy could ever want. And from what his family says about him, he will never get tired of them and will play them over and over and over again, long past the time when the rest of the family gets tired of them.
I know lots of folks who like Johnny Cash, but I recognized the irony of his fanbase today. My cousin-in-law also got a confederate jacket, talks about big trucks and likes all things "good old all American country" and stuff like that. But then, my hippy friend, who until recently had long hair, used to wear patch hats and pants and walked around barefoot also loves Cash. The two could not be any more opposite in the community or people they identify with.
So I guess Cash is a man for all people, except for me, because I do not like him all that much.
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