Recently, I met with a journalist from the Roswell Daily Record who wanted to write a story about me. He very much looked the part of a seasoned reporter—rumpled clothes, scruffy beard, weather-worn face, taking notes with a ragged notebook and pen. We sat in my office and had a wonderful conversation for about an …
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