I don't know when I first laid eyes on Harrison Palmer.
Maybe the late 80's, a couple of years after moving to South Carolina in my quest to become the next Tom Brokaw.
It was a good time to make the move. Tired of northern winters, I'd landed a job at a market-leading TV station in a small state that seemed to generate huge news stories.
Then I discovere…
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