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Mike Ingram had been a guard on the Ohio State football team in the late 1950s.I believe he may have been captain in his senior year.He is a tough-looking guy, a hero in Columbus, a brave fighter in a red-and-gray uniform.
One holiday season Jack and I had been at the F & R Lazarus department store downtown, and we saw, carrying a tall pile of boxes, someone who clearly was working in the Lazarus stockroom(仓库).It was Mike Ingram, post-Ohio State football player.
We stared-how could we help it?And Mike Ingram stopped in his track, looked right back at us, and said, with bite in his tone:“Yeah, it’s me.”Meaning:Go ahead and stare if you must.
Couldn’t really blame him.There was nothing wrong with what he was doing-he was earning some money in the stockroom.But he was out in the world now, he wasn’t where he had been when everything was bathed in sunlight; he was in Ohio Stadium, hearing the supporting shouts from 78,000 people who loved him and his teammates.He had moved past that first of life’s roles, as everyone does.It was his misfortune to have been famous very early; there must have been dozens and dozens of men in their twenties working in the Lazarus stockroom, but Mike Ingram was the one sure to attract curious passers, because he was no longer who he was supposed to be.
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