Not far from my home here in Jupiter Florida is the Burt Reynolds Museum. I've driven by it a thousand times and never stepped in. Instead I just imagine what kind of 'Smokey and the Bandit watchin' rednecks must stop in there. You know the type, guys with big belt buckles and big mesh hats.I always imagine there is a bunch of shit displayed in there like Dolly Parton corsets and Mel Tillis vests. Last saturday night I got roped into going there for a script reading that was done by a writer I know. After all my apprehension and wisecracks I was pleasantly surprised. The place was actually pretty damn cool. And even though the dirty cocksucker Burt went to FSU, I have a whole new respect for him. I'd even go back.
