How he thought the ideal vacation would be "two weeks in an iron lung, so I wouldn't even have to breathe." Or the time his mailbox fell off the house, and he didn't bother to put it back up. After a week or so, the mailman told him that he couldn't, wouldn't deliver mail to Magic's house until he got a proper container. After a few days without mail, Magic put a nail in the top of a broom handle, hung a bucket from the nail, and leaned the broom against the front door frame. Never heard any more about that problem. He may not have really listened to anyone, but in those early days, he was almost always fun to listen to.
(that from Jay Williams at DMR...Jay was Magic's GM at WVBF)
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