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It seemed like the perfect metaphor to depict my life. I was clearly under the weather, but couldn't miss this for the world. I was attending the official street naming party for Merle Haggard and the ceremony was wrapping up. I had my open pen in hand and my Merle Haggard's 16 Big Hits CD out. I was determined to secure Merle's autograph at the end of the ceremony. I was on a roll, already having secured the signatures of attendees/Bakersfield Sound heroes, Sonny Langley, Billy Mize, Hank Decate, and Naf Nutter.
Merle was on his way off the stage and heading towards the Harley Davidson showroom. I handed him the CD and the pen, and he gripped both firmly in his hands. Then, suddenly, much to my dismay, he was thrust forward by his wife and a couple of other members of his entourage. He did manage to reach back and hand me the CD, unsigned by him, but he kept the pen. So I left without that autograph I longed to...
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