A column by Misty Poe, general manager and editor of The Times West Virginian
FAIRMONT, W.Va. — It was a meeting six years in the making.
A month or so ago, I got a Facebook message from a dear friend inviting me to a family reunion. Of course, we’re not exactly family members, but I graciously and enthusiastically accepted the invitation anyway. And I counted down the days until the reunion.
And for a few hours, Chucky Sanders and I had the opportunity to spend time together. I introduced him to my husband and my children. Each of them were greeted with equal enthusiasm. And it truly did feel as if we’d come to a family reunion, because as much as Chucky insists I changed his life for the better, he changed my life, too.
Six years ago, I spoke to the late John Edward White Sr., who had purchased a piece of land next to 612 MAC and put up a small sign with a very big message: Free Chucky Sanders. That’s where the story started for me. But it’s probably best if I back up to 1994 when Chucky’s story started…
