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I'm sitting here on a dreary looking Saturday afternoon, a bit bummed out that the 'burg had to postpone its last race.
But I'm reminded of my dad's funeral. His best friend and brother-in-law gave the eulogy. He concluded by saying that my dad never knew a stranger; he would talk with anybody, even an ancient Indian gentleman at a middle of nowhere gas station in New Mexico.
This makes me think of Tony Elliott from my angle. Friendly, quick smile, always ready to say hello and a bit more. He probably knew me only by sight, but that's okay. He had that rare ability to be instantly likable and leave people with good thoughts of him--as he has done here.
Oh, and besides that the man could race a little, if I may engage in understatement.
RIP, sir. And thanks for the memories.
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