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I remember the first time I met Mr. Willie Earl. There was something about him that spoke to me. He wore the cleanest 3 piece suits and had a twinkle in his eye.
My mother hated him, yet purchased all of her hats from him. She showed up for every rehearsal he directed. She purchased a plate every time he had a sale.
I knew then that someone could be like me and respected, even if never liked. The key is to make it so they can’t live without you.
Then, you can always be free. Thanks Mr. Willie Earl!