Bidding a fond farewell to the man who first got me published. I was just a punk kid of twenty-one, slinging coffee and trying to finish college; he believed in me and my work, took a chance, and got me published. And he continued to do so for four more years. Without a doubt, he was a most guiding force, helping shape the writer I am today
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Sorry your friend's retiring. Sounds like a stand-up guy.
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