A moment to remember Fat Albert, who was actually as skinny as the sandhill cranes that bugled from his cornfields. I sat in his living room one day while he told me story after story, one of which wound up in Coop. This man was so good to my family, and in particular my brother Jed. Albert lived a full and reverent life – 95 years, and didn’t hang up the deer hunting cap until the very last.
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