Sleet pelts the windshield on the way to the doctor’s office.  You’ve known it for how long…? Ten years now? Eleven? You knew she held on to a disturbing and abnormal fondness for Dwight Yoakam both man and music. Hell, it was practically the only vestige of country left about her, given her history. But as she breaks forth you’d never ever ever ever suspected she could muster such a lusty soundalike vocal. 

What choice?  You’ve got to join in and that leaves only one part and that makes you the Buck Owens in this duet and what the hell does that mean, buddy?