COY Fletcher HAD GUTS.
The year was 1954, and Fletcher, a matchbook advertising salesman, was driving through Oxford, when he took it upon himself to visit William Faulkner.
Here’s the twist: Fletcher isn’t related, nor was he a friend of the family.
In fact, he didn’t even know where Rowan Oak was located, until asking for directions.
“I stopped in front of a modest home where a woman was working in a flower bed (and asked) ‘Can you direct me to Mr. Faulkner’s home?’ ” he said.