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I's born in the deep south of the Florida panhandle, way out in the swampy
goodness of down home porkfried steak country. My relatives are some of the
solid all-american hillbillies who made america what it is today! They're kinda
like the characters from Lil'Abner, but with a whole lot more drinkin, fightin, and
especially cussin. I left all that behind when I packed up my model T and took off
for the bright lights of Portland, but every now and then, when I hear a lonely
hound baying at the moon, or I see a jar of pickled pig's feet - a solitary tear
rolls down my cheek . . . |
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