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My good pal Marc is a pretty well known songwriter/musician in St. Louis. He posted this story on his Facebook tonight: I met Chuck at Lambert Airport. He was sitting on a stanchion on the lower level, smoking a cigarette. Guitar case at his feet. I walked up to him and asked for his autograph. He said "Of course." I dug around in my bag for my lyric book and handed it to him. He looked at the pages and said "These words look important." I told him they were lyrics. He found a blank page, wrote his name, then said "Don't stop." I haven't. If you come to the Songbird Café this Wednesday night you'll get one of those compositions that is actually dedicated, in part, to Chuck.
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