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 When
I was a small boy, younger than the Gene depicted here,
my father would go out about twice a year with the guys
from the machine shop, where he worked. They'd go down
to a restaurant on the Chattahoochee River and eat
catfish caught from the waters there. My father would
always come home in a very good mood and bring me a
plate of soggy catfish and hushpuppies. To this day,
it's the best thing I've ever eaten. He should have
brought my mother a plate. She might not have looked at
him so funny. |
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