On a Wing and a prayer

All reproduction rights reserved Wm. Greiner
This was news about a man named Wing , whom I did not know but would see at least once a year.
Wing, simply put, was a spectacle, an institution, a harbinger of delight for all who laid eyes upon him. He whirled, skipped and spun relentlessly through the aisles, from stage to stage, every day, every year.
Chris Rose
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