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You’ve been there. The right place at the wrong time. There’s even a very catchy funk tune about it. There I was, gun in hand, maniacal gleam in my eye standing next to the governor and …. well… I missed a great opportunity.
There I am, hulking my mass to cover Kim Henry, oblivious that I’d already missed my chance to meet and have a picture taken with N. Scott Momaday. Don’t misunderstand me, the Governor is nice and all, but for a bibliophile, there’s no beating a wonderful writer and Pulitzer Prize winner.
To add insult to injury, the paper put my cheery Abe Lincoln lovin’ mug on the front page of the paper to be doodled on over mornin’ joe. Maybe I should try growing a mustache again.