April 4, 2012
I remember one Saturday, at John Knox, he was cutting his hair. He said, "Sharon, can you come do the back for me?" I explained to G.W. that I was not a barber. He told me, "neither am I, but we can do about as good of a job as they do." So I cut his hair and shaved him. And he paid me with a Coke. What a priceless memory.