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for Geraldine Atzinger Garrison, maybe

Monday, 16 July, 2007

You’re in [major city on the American west coast]. It is February 2008.

In the middle of downtown, or whatever they have, you notice a guy striding eastbound in a business suit wearing a backpack and some kind of big boots. You approach him.

Before you can say anything, he hands you a card and says “Hello. I’m Stan W. Baker and I’m walking to Washington D.C.”

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