[h=3]Former Alabama FB Kevin Turner keeps a positive outlook and wants to help find cure[/h]BIRMINGHAM, Ala. -- I stood outside the pizzeria waiting for Kevin Turner. It was cold in the open air, but I didn't want to miss seeing him arrive for our scheduled lunch. I needed to see him before he saw me. I needed to see him as himself, before he was on the spot and my recorder was out.
Without thinking, I paced back and forth by two empty handicapped parking spots near the restaurant's entrance. If he asked, I would have said it was the only spot in the sun -- a place where the bitter wind wouldn't gnaw at my thin skin. If he could have seen through me, he would have caught the lie. Like the presumption that all boxers are violent or all librarians quiet, I thought I knew what to expect of him.
After a few minutes impatiently walking my corner of the parking lot, I saw Turner come up the hill in a shiny white pickup truck. I picked out his balding head and distinct goatee behind the steering wheel. I was surprised. It looked like he was alone. I thought certainly he would have someone drive him.
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Without thinking, I paced back and forth by two empty handicapped parking spots near the restaurant's entrance. If he asked, I would have said it was the only spot in the sun -- a place where the bitter wind wouldn't gnaw at my thin skin. If he could have seen through me, he would have caught the lie. Like the presumption that all boxers are violent or all librarians quiet, I thought I knew what to expect of him.
After a few minutes impatiently walking my corner of the parking lot, I saw Turner come up the hill in a shiny white pickup truck. I picked out his balding head and distinct goatee behind the steering wheel. I was surprised. It looked like he was alone. I thought certainly he would have someone drive him.
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