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In 1962 the good doin’ U.S. Army took me out of Philadelphia and put me into a strange place. It had strange people, strange food and strange language. It was South Carolina. I was there 16 to 17 weeks and got to like it. I even got used to and enjoyed grits (something I never saw growing up in the north).
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