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Howard was like Andy Goldsworthy, in that he could see art in, and make art from, everything he touched. The differences are that they touched different things: Howard's were manmade; Andy's are natural. Also Howard preached and Andy doesn't. Remember when Bill Mundy tried to argue theology with Howard?

Oh! You're a fellow Finsterphile!

He was really something, huh? My mother's people are from that area of GA. They tended to view him a little differently though.

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