Blog of Rights
A man named Stan sent us the following email from the country music capital of the world â€“ Nashville:
The biggest part of our history here in Nashville is the music: country, jazz, gospel, you name it. If it wasnâ€™t born here, you can be pretty sure it at least stopped and stayed for a spell.
Now I hear this Habeas youâ€™re looking for is a good-hearted, America-loving man (or a person, or a fella, anyhow you follow my meaning). So I bet it wonâ€™t surprise you any that this red-blooded green fella stopped his running just long enough to take in a little history at the Country Music Hall of Fame right here in Nashville.
Iâ€™ve worked here for the last 15 years, helping to keep the place looking nice for all the folks who come through. This morning, I was polishing the cases in our new Ray Charles exhibit, when I saw your bitty green friend wandering the hallways. I donâ€™t expect he was looking for anything in particular â€“ just admiring the beauty of the place and soaking up some musicological history. Of course, Iâ€™m not supposed to just let people wander around like that â€“ we donâ€™t rightly open til 10:00 a.m.. But the little man just looked so worn down, like heâ€™d been running all his life.
This here is the place I go myself when I feel down. I figured who was I to keep someone as important as Habeas Corpus himself from doing the same? Donâ€™t know if any of these messages get to him eventually, but you tell him to come back and see us any time.
P.S. I even started a country song about him â€“ with a bit about how â€œthe laws we abide have a purposeâ€ and â€œMr. Gonzales the sourpuss,â€ but Iâ€™m still working on those rhymes. There are more half-written songs around here than there are screenplays out in Hollywood, and I donâ€™t wanna just add to the pile!
Have you seen Habeas? Send your sightings to email@example.com.