On her very first afternoon in Nashville in 1964, eighteen-year-old Dolly Parton stood outside the Wishy Washy Laundromat watching her clothes dry under the Southern sun. A twenty-one-year-old asphalt worker named Carl Dean drove by in a white pickup truck, pulled over to the curb, and walked up to say hello.
Looking at the fair-skinned newcomer, his first words were not a pickup line from music row, but a practical warning that she was going to get sunburned out in the heat. Dolly noticed something...