In '79, I worked as manager of export sales for a pulp and paper company. Our agents in Europe felt that a visit from a mill representative would help to develop sales, and my superiors agreed. They also agreed that my wife and daughter, then 7 months old, should accompany me.
Our agent's sales representative was Tony Butcher, a somewhat imperious Brit. This photograph of Tony was taken on a Sunday morning, having left London en route to Dover in his Rover saloon.
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