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I never met Chip.Here's some musical accompaniment:
“Oh, you’ve got to meet Chip!” The beaming young woman behind the check-in desk wears straight blonde hair and wire-rim glasses. “He was a good friend of his. He went ﬁshing with him right before he died, I think. He'll be excited that you’re here. I think he's working the third-ﬂoor bar tonight." My wife and I are in Oxford, Mississippi, Where I've tracked down the late ﬁction writer Larry BroWn’s unﬁnished, unpublished screenplay of the life of Hank Williams, something that I hadn't known existed until I came across a casual mention of it in an interview. I’ve driven 650 miles to read the screenplay.