So, every morning at 9am one of my co-workers comes in and asks if we want to go to Starbucks. Sometimes I get something, sometimes I just go for the walk, sometimes I don't even go. This morning was for the walk. My friend Tabitha and I sat outside at a table while Brian went inside for his cup of joe and I look to my right and there...sitting on a bench...listening to his music...was a man...in a FREED HARDEMAN T-SHIRT. That may not seem like a big deal to you, but it's just not everyday that you see that, of course unless you live in Henderson. Of course I didn't have a camera with me, but luckily I have technology savy co-workers who have camera phones and can imediately upload it to facebook. So, here he is ladies and gents the man of the hour. When this picture was taken he had made a friend so he is talking with his hands, but us Freedies know what those shirts look like.