Traffic was at a standstill on Interstate 40 through the Pigeon River Gorge when the message came through. Whoa. Breaking News. Dolly is actually going to be here. I gawked at the little green text bubble and shifted restlessly in the driver’s seat. “There’s no way,” I muttered. An hour behind schedule already, I could see the endless chain of brake lights ahead of me curving around the neck of the mountain like a piece of flashy costume jewellery. The midsummer sun was moving westward, its rays glinting off hood ornaments shaped like flying pigs and angry rubber ducks. I too was headed west, travelling some 500 miles to Cornersville, Tennessee for the grand opening of Dolly Parton’s Tennessean Travel Stop. For months, there’d been buzz online about the Queen of Country Music joining force