Hardy got his man

A few weeks ago, back during the Christmas holidays, Star op-ed columnist Hardy Jackson published a piece about Taddy, an immigrant he knew as a child and teen in the 1950s in Grove Hill, Ala., and wondered what had become of him.

It was a great story. Heartwarming.

Well, guess what?

Hardy found Taddy.

Actually, it's the other way around. I don't want to give away too much, but I highly suggest you read Hardy's column on Wednesday's op-ed page. It'll be worth the effort, I promise.