I’d just run past the basketball court on the Norwegian Pearl covered in beach towels and yoga mats. As the courtside speaker blared an old Eddie Rabbitt song, the lanky yoga master bellowed in a southern drawl, “Hell yeah, yoga needs trucker music! Now let’s git doggie doooown.” That’s when I bumped into legendary country/folk singer Steve Earle enjoying his morning walk. Yup, there he was in a ragged black tee shirt, matching shorts and flip-flops.
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