Tonight I finally got an answer at the number I had been calling to try and reach Collins McGee. He was a friend of our family way back, the black man who got seized by the collar that evening in December of '65 while the congregation at First Baptist of Americus sang "angels we have heard on high." I remember him visiting us in Cabbagetown and calling me The Graham Cracker Kid. My sisters remember him as always fun, a breath of life. We loved him.
I learned tonight, from his wife, that he died ten years ago. A heart attack, and he was only in his 50's.
Goodbye, Collins. We're all sad that we didn't have the chance to get to know you all over again.
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