From this distance, illuminated by a spotlight, they are a blur of sparkling sequins and red hair. They step into view briefly, gliding on high heels to the edge of the grandstand stage. He is angling for a distant, and free, glimpse of Naomi and Wynonna Judd.
Somewhere in Michigan in the early 1990s, a teenage farm boy clings to a chain-link fence at the edge of the county fairgrounds.
