|The passing of Floyd Wills, how I knew him|
My first recollection of Floyd was at the cook-out which the Pendleton County Board of Education sponsored to get acquainted with me as its newly appointed superintendent. It was held at the Clubhouse at the Pendleton Country Club and Floyd Wills was the “engineer,” who oversaw the roasting of a hog near where the scoreboard sits today. I shook lots of hands that day, but I particularly remember shaking Floyd’s for he was missing some fingers on his right hand. So was I, and we immediately bonded as we discussed how we had lost our digits.
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