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October 06, 2006


Randy Craney

It's a nice image to think of this writer cradling his grand kids, but the Larry Brown i knew in the 90's was more interested in getting his hands on and cradling a coed. You can bet that among those boxes of letters were some yearning missives from young women from Missoula to Mowling Green, to Raleigh and back again.

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