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The King and I. In New Jersey?

Here's why I like NASCAR. On an early Sunday morning back in 1988, I was in Newark Airport awaiting a flight to visit a fraternity buddy of mine who was living in Savannah, Georgia. The airport was a ghost town. While waiting in the terminal, I saw a man standing alone with his back against the wall and one leg bent; his foot along the wall (think cowboy leaning against a rail post). He was wearing sunglasses, jeans with a large round western type belt buckle, and an impressive cowboy hat. He looked like Richard Petty. Like the Richard Petty you would have seen on television. Just like it. Almost a caricature of himself. I said to myself, "No way. It couldn't be. Not here, not now. With no one around?!" I had to go up to him; to say someth...

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