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Tom Mix

Tom Mix, my all-time hero, lifted me up and sat me on Tony.

The year was 1932; the country, like most of the world, was in the depths of the Depression. I was seven years old. My brush with history began one day when I heard my dad call my name as he burst through the back door. I thought, What have I done now?

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