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Personal Narrative: Shuster House
Mike,

Thanks. Looking good as always.

I ran into Bob Livingston at a Tulane event last week and he told me about a
Shuster House T&I event the week before, where the great Bud Shuster appeared. It sounded like a large event, but maybe not.

Was this something we should have been plugged into and how do we find out about such things, if attendance would be appropriate and even necessary, given our stature as a firm in the T&I arena?
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