“Well, I’ve done it now.”
These were the words from an ACC rival, a friend that I had come to know for 20 plus years since we met one another in Atlanta. If you knew John Snipes, a 1982 UNC grad, then that could mean just about anything.
The HEELRAISER
My mind raced back to a time when we attended Steeplechase—a “who invited the horses” day at the races drunkfest about an hour outside of Atlanta. Snipes had secured the necessary libations, and ever the prankster, had dangled a prosthetic arm from the trunk of a friend’s Honda Accord. Continue reading