He wore a name badge like the rest of us. Easton University, Class of 1995. The same blue border, the same insignia that always looked to me like the Cowardly Lion from The Wizard of Oz crashing through a crusader’s shield. Like everyone else, his name was printed in bold 16-point font. ELMAR W GRAY. He would probably spend much of the next four days insisting it was not a typo, that his name was spelled with an -ar, not an -er, much like he might have done while a student at Easton.
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