Now that its been forty-seven years since.... I really have come to miss....going into that office beneath the stairs....seeing the ole turkey feet paper clips...the gallery of familiar photographs.... hung from Sopchoppy to Monticello to Wilmore to Williston....the bald is beautiful sign...Goliath the boxer beneath the desk....flipping through the theology books.... the sound of cars across Noble stopping at Travis Station...the familiar smell of well-aged wood and carpet...these are the things I shall never forget.
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