Dan is the recently retired chief of Police of a small town nearby. We played recreation basketball together at least once a week for many years, until he was recently diagnosed with ALS. Prayers couldn't hurt. He asked my opinion of lyrics he wrote, and if I could help put them to a tune. It is aptly named "A Country Song". Here goes! I'm sittin' right here, drinkin' my beer, thinkin' 'bout my one-legged Wanda, How she stole my heart and my pickup truck and left me with her Honda Ya see I met her on the dance floor, she...