My co-worker Steve had semi-regular interaction with Maya Angelou in his former job. Here is his sweet tribute to her.
Whenever Maya Angelou visited the Twin Cities she stayed at the same hotel I worked at, and since I was the bellman, I was charged with pushing her around in her wheelchair.
So there I was, carefully steering her about and making sure I didn’t run into anything. Much of the experience consisted of just waiting for her to get ready, taking her to her room, meetings, breakfast, lunch, dinner, and basically wherever else she wanted to go.
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