I met Dolly Parton, who died yesterday at the grand ol’ age of 80 after a battle with cancer, when she was 60, or ‘sexty!’ as she exclaimed as she tried to give me a bear hug, her famous rhinestone-covered boobs getting in the way.
The location was The Turning Stone resort, a ‘dry’ hotel built on land owned by Native Americans in upstate New York. Dolly was due on stage but still spared me two hours for the interview for this newspaper.
I was expecting a diva, but she turned out to be a girl’s girl – ‘I saw you waiting
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