In 1979, I was in some banquet meetings for 3 weeks in Montana, South Dakota and Minnesota for Door of Hope mission with Brother Haralan Popov. Upon my return to Atlanta, my sister snapped this photo. I had grown the mustache on the trip, and bought the western duds. My son Rick was about twelve then, and said "Dad, when I saw you, if I had a hat on my head it would have went whew!" He meant "straight up off his head". He was surprised. I still wear a mustache, but not the western duds.
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