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TheSeptembermorning sun was pleasantly warm as I sat at the patio table in a back yard in Dallas. Next to me in a wheelchair was a man with thick silver hair, a beard to match and deep lines etched in his face from years of hard working and hard living. He was a big man who still looked strong. Rough enough to use a snake as a bookmark as the saying goes in West Texas. But the can...