Boy meets James Garner
My brother was a Boy Scout in 1961 in Indianapolis. He used to go to
the track & sell newspapers as a boy. Our house was located in
Eagledale just walking distance to the track. On Race day, he went to
the track & came home with a big red horn. When Mom asked him how
& where he received the horn, he simply replied that a guy named
James Garner had felt sorry for him & that he had asked him to sit in
the tower with him all day to actually watch the race! Needless to say,
my brother got a real earful on just who James Garner really was & he
finally realized how lucky he had really been!
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