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  1. When I was in grade school, we took a field trip to the governor’s office. We were there learning some such, when out walks this huge man in the brownest polyester suit you ever saw.

    His voice boomed through the room and his arms raised in greeting as he welcomed us in the twangiest drawl ever.

    To tell you the truth…he scared the beejeebus out of me.

    I never forgot him, tho!

    (I think I’ll go post this in Jim’s comments too!)

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