The blacksmith was the most important person in a Western town. He knew everybody. Everybody came to him for horseshoes. He knew what these people were like and where they lived. When anyone wanted to find somebody, they went to the blacksmith.

I'm a very nervous, shy person.

We are the only ones that do this. Most wouldn't let these wagons out, but we run them in the parade.

Dad went back to that Western Auto store. The wagons were still stacked the same way. He pointed to the wagon on the bottom and said to the salesman, 'That's the biggest one you have, but not the biggest one you sell, right?' The salesman told him he could order a bigger one. Dad told him get it ... and when they put me in that wagon, and you couldn't see me from under the (wood panels) on the side. ... That was what 'Blue Suede Shoes' meant to him.

Living in a small town, I knew everybody and everybody knew me.

A person in this town has got to be especially conscious that they're around.