By Hollis Crummey
It was a cold, damp and grey Saturday afternoon in the winter of 1963 when most were indoors or doing something other than shopping for cars, trucks, or tractors. As a young salesman working my first fulltime employment since graduating high school, it was my Saturday to work. Mr. Altman wanted two salesmen on duty just in case someone wanted to make a major purchase at his dealership. My counterpart Alvin Miles and I were enjoying the warmth of a radiant gas heater situated in a part of the building that allowed us to watch the front lot.
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