If I Ever Get Back to Georgia, I'm Gonna Nail My Feet to the Ground. Lewis Grizzard

director for a small AM country music station in Atlanta. He had a young woman in his office whom he introduced as his “fiancée.”

      He was dead a month or so later. There were rumors of his heavy drinking. You had to search through the papers to find his obituary.

      So I wrote one of those lest-we-forget columns about Ed, wrote what he did for me, and wrote what a fine man he was. Two weeks later, I got a letter from one of his ex-wives. It was mean.