For Zach Fountain, last Sunday proved to be a somewhat unsettling day.
“I kept having this feeling that I was missing some kind of very important meeting,” he said, with a nervous little laugh. “I just felt odd all day.”
The explanation is simple. March 7 was the first Sunday in a year that Fountain was not in the back room of his Tulsa home, recording a song he had written just days before.James D. Watts Jr., Tulsa World