The voice on the phone was by Maker’s Mark, the sound of fine Kentucky Bourbon; there was no mistaking, it was Neely. “If anyone gives you any crap tell them Bill Neely says you can write.” It was the highest complement that I had ever received relating to writing. “You liked the story?” I asked. “Hell yeah, it’s great.”
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