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Monday, June 5, 2017
An Obituary of Note
Roger Smith has died. I don't know if he was more of a hero to me at an impressionable age because he had a snappy wardrobe, a snazzy T-Bird convertible, a phone in his car, or a cool theme song. When I was older, it was because he was married, for a very long time, to Ann-Margret.