In another corner of the Walk of Fame room in the Marriott, was seated Quincy Fouse. He was chilling. There was music playing from either his table or the one next to him. Quietly he was nodding in time with the beat.
I had circled the room several times before finally taking the dive to his table. I know he saw me a few times that day. I do tend to stand out. He smiled when I finally landed in front of him.
He saw my photo and said, Ah, Legacies. I'm always happy when they seem to like the picture I printed.
If I found a good Logan photo, I probably would have done
that.
AH
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