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Submitted to Contest #311
I remember the first time I met Roy Meharry. He was in his late 70s, early 80s maybe. He wore a brown patterned blazer and light blue denim shirt, a sand-colored hat that looked like a Stetson, a bolo tie, a big western belt buckle, and 1950s black horn-rimmed glasses. His broad smile made his eyes scrunch up a bit making it look like he was laughing and the cheeriest person. I was in my early 20s. My parents had invited me to come along with them to a fall festival in rural Indiana. It was a clear blue sky autumn day, the lilting sunsh...
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