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eggs and grits squash and shrimp cocktail is what I ate living down South living here had some lobster tail sadly there’s no grits for my mouth dad reminded me that for years he was a Rebel to the bone besides the South he loved his beer and down South eateries he own but when he died he had nothing I was with him on his birthday happy Birthday I did not sing Not knowing that’s his last birthday y wive's from the South a great cook as well great squash to my mouth we're both living well

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Date: 3/24/2013 2:45:00 PM
I guess you live in the north now? ARe you a Yankee yet? I had a very good friend from Alabama when I was growing up in Iowa and she just missed her rebel roots so much. She ended up back down south! This was fun to read.
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