...waiting for the traffic to clear, and enjoying some leftover food and beverages. My son, wearing his #17 throwback jersey, was pouring himself a beer when he felt a tap on his shoulder, and a voice that said, "Would you like me to sign your jersey?"
He turned around to see a smiling Harold Carmichael. The guy was driving through the post-apocalyptic scene of the Wells Fargo lot, he spotted my son, and he stopped by to say hello.
Crazy stuff. Of course, we got a couple of quick photos.
He turned around to see a smiling Harold Carmichael. The guy was driving through the post-apocalyptic scene of the Wells Fargo lot, he spotted my son, and he stopped by to say hello.
Crazy stuff. Of course, we got a couple of quick photos.
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