
Release Date:- 2010-05-18
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Fred Thompson has enjoyed a remarkable career in Hollywood and politics, but when he sat down to write a memoir about how he got to be the person he is, he discovered that his best stories all seemed to come out of the years he spent growing up in and around his hometown of Lawrenceburg, Tennessee. It was a small town but not the smallestāafter all, it was the county seat and it did have a courthouse, a couple of movie theaters, and its own Davy Crockett statue. For truly small, you had to travel to nearby Summertown, where the regular Sunday dinner was possum and chocolate gravy. But Lawrenceburg is where Fred got to be a kid, get in his share of trouble and scrapes, get to know folks he didnāt realize were so colorful at the time but sure does now, get married, have a few kids, become a man, and start his career as a country lawyer (pretty much in that order). And as Fred tells it, getting that law degree was something of a surprise for him, since in school heād been less than stellar as a scholar. āTeaching Latin to someone like me,ā he says, āwas like trying to teach a pig to dance. Itās a waste of the teacherās time and it irritates the pig.ā
In these reflections, as hilarious as they are honest and warm, Fred touches on the influencesāfamily, hometown neighbors and teachers, team sports, jobs, romances, and personal crisesāthat molded his character, his politics, and the way he looks at life today. We get to know the unforgettable characters who congregated at the Blue Ribbon CafĆ©, like the rotund gentleman called āShortyā whose claim to fame was his ability to quickly suck in his stomach and cause his pants to fall to the floor. Or Fredās Grandma Thompson, who became an early TV adopter for the sole purpose of watching āWrestling from Hollywoodā and who once had a āgourderā removed from her neck and subsequently walked around town with it in a handkerchief showing it to folks. One day Fred and an accomplice placed small explosive Fourth of July ācracker ballsā under the four legs of their teacherās chair. Mrs. Garner sat down and, despite the racket, didnāt flinch so much as a muscleābut Fred felt a twinge of the one emotion he hated mostāshame. Fred idolized Coach Staggs from his high school football days, even though he was ālike Captain Ahab without the humorā and didnāt like smart alecks, comics, or individualists, which put the young Fred at a disadvantage. More than anyone else from those days though, Fred remembers his mom and dad, who taught him that kids are shaped most of all by the love and support they can take for granted.
Teaching the Pig to Dance will delight everyone who admires Fred Thompson for his contributions to politics or for his work in movies and on TV, along with all those who just love to hear rollicking but unforgettable stories about growing up in a place where, as one of the local old timers put it, āWe werenāt big enough to have a town drunk, so a few of us had to take turns.ā