His name was Cliff, a deacon in a church I pastored who had gotten caught and wrongfully accused of being homosexual in a large sweep effort put on by a district attorney in Oklahoma City who was trying to become Governor.

Cliff was a traveling salesman of auto parts who happened to stay in a hotel in Oklahoma City when calling on dealerships and auto parts stores there. He stayed in that hotel because it had a parking garage attached and it was possible to park on the same floor as your room. Cliff had a bad back and no one had dreamed up roller luggage in the late 1960’s.

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