This is a letter I recently wrote to be read at my grandfather’s 80th birthday celebration, which I was unable to return home to attend. My grandfather is a swell guy, and I don’t mind sharing with the world why I think that. Besides, who’s ever met a guy named Texas they didn’t like? Granddad. For 27 years, that’s the name I’ve used to refer to Texas Hughlan Stevens II, a man whose impact on my life has been phenomenal. […]
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