Hank Williams is an unlikely choice as a potential role model for me.
He was a singer and songwriter, but I’ve never had the least bit of musical talent. He was closely identified with country music, which I grew up hating. He was a hard-drinking man who was closely identified with the honky-tonks that I’ve always found distasteful.
I grew up hearing about Williams and his music, though. My father used to sing some of Williams’ old songs and I was struck by how emotional and authentic they sounded. (Williams had been popular when my father was in high school and college.) That didn’t seem like country music to me. It just seemed like the music of loneliness and heartbreak and redemption.
I haven’t given much thought to Williams and his music over the years, but I’ve been watching the Ken Burns documentary “Country Music” in the last few days. As I’ve come to understand more about this Alabama musician who’s been called the Hillbilly Shakespeare, it stirred something in my soul that I rarely allow myself to look at anymore.
And I couldn’t help admitting — quietly, where no one could hear — that I still want to be a star.

How can we be lonely while we’re surrounded by billions of people?
Heart that truly loves is a servant for another’s happiness and peace
How miserable does someone have to be to ‘troll’ a cute dog picture?
If you ask wrong questions about politics, you’ll get wrong answers
I’m all broken up about ‘draconian’ cuts hitting the federal government
What will you do when ‘electing the right people’ doesn’t change things?
Keep your euphemisms straight: It’s ‘patriotism,’ not ‘nationalism’
We’re all going to die, but what do you want to do before you die?
I’m the common denominator in all of my failed relationships