Life, they say, takes a new turn at sixty. It is the pleasant plateau from where one can look at the accomplishments down the years, all the endeavours and unfinished attempts in perspective, mellowed by wisdom of age. And as one gradually sets onwards to bask in the afternoon sun of an unfinished life, new vistas are opened in front of the myopic eyes.
At 61, Dame Dolly Parton, would have just been any other woman but for her being Dolly Parton. The Queen Of Country, on a recent celebrity visit at the rugged old steel town of Rotherham, shocked all and sundry by hinting that she had led a blissful open marriage with her husband Carl Dean. That their marriage had stood the test of time for 41 years is another matter, declared the Queen Bee, as she unabashedly opened up before the audience of the sleepy South Yorkshire steel town, already overwhelmed by her physical presence.
The penchant of the old war-horse for the battle-cry of media attention was not lost upon the people. If anyone had question on her size of heart, almost everyone was left speechless about the volume and marvel of what covers her feelings inside- the ‘twin wonders’ - which she carried on so well amidst her dainty figure.
Whether she had deliberately spoken to train media spotlight on herself or it was a confession long overdue, no one can really be sure. But her legion of fans world over was left in the haze of vision of a prancing Dolly Parton cavorting to male fancy outside her regular partner.
How they wished they had heard it before!
Come on, Dolly!
Open up one more time.
Here we come!

Via- Dolly Parton,

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