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January 18, 2018

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May 12, 2004
I to cried that Sunday and could not leave the house for being soooo sad. My late son William and I use to discuss your terrific articles about real life experiences. Also, I often send folks that are turning 35 years of age your article regarding "turning thirty-five isn't so bad". Thank you for being you and not afraid to share your thoughts. Most sincerely, Lloyd & Peggy
May 11, 2004
Gee, if creativity was a pain...I would still be aching...I miss the words written by Lewis and especially the ones about HOSEA WILLIAMS' DRIVING...THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER STOP LAUGHING.
May 11, 2004
Thank God Lewis packed so much life into his much-too-short life, and that he put much of it to paper so that we have it forever. His writing was masterful and always took me right to the place---and to the emotion---he was describing. Of course it helped that I had been to many of these places in my own Georgia upbringing. Though we never met him, many like me felt Lewis was family because we had these shared experiences, loves, joys and fears. I sat in a grocery store parking lot and cried on the Sunday that he died; Lewis's death even made the news here in Indiana.

I, too, knew what it was like to be "in exile" from our beloved Georgia, living in Texas for a couple of years early in my career. During that time, my precious Grandmother clipped everything Lewis wrote, as well as everything written about the Georgia Bulldogs, from the Atlanta Journal and faithfully mailed the clippings to me in care packages every couple of weeks. She's gone now, too, and those packages from 20 years ago are among my prized possessions. Thank you to the AJC for honoring Lewis's memory. And thanks to all those who love Lewis for keeping his spirit alive and for sharing his genius with "those less fortunate than us" who didn't have the joy of knowing Lewis when he walked among us.
May 6, 2004
My momma called me the day Lewis died. We didn't get his column regularly here and when we talked on the weekends she would read them to me on the phone. Sometimes I would get a letter filled with his columns clipped from the Birmingham News. My family has travelled thousands of miles with Lewis telling us stories in the car. He was always as much a member of the family as anyone, though the closest any of us came to him was seeing him on Johnny Carson (without socks) or on Designing Women. Even today, it is a rare family gathering if you don't hear the phrase "like Lewis used to say..." when someone quotes a line of his southern eloquence. I've only been brought to tears a few times in my life... when my children were born and when my momma died. When momma called me that day ten years ago, I went in the bathroom and cried.
Enjoy the party Lewis, you live on in our hearts and in the way you helped us to communicate in the finest traditions of southern eloquence and grace. Go get Catfish another cheesburger too.
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