for about 10 years. They taught my toddler sons how to play poker. Sweet, sweet men.

An addendum to the story, I have a VHS tape of his squadron driving supplies in the GM trucks up the Burma Road. Somehow, they lost their food and started scavenging. They ate poisonous mushrooms and lived. Fast forward: We were never, ever allowed to have mushroooms in the house. I remember in high school, we went to a steak house for dinner and they brought his meal with a huge mushroom cap on the steak. He actually started to shake.

Crazy Guy had to spend one year at A.I. duPont hospital in Wilmington, DE and we lived in Kennett Square, PA, the mushroom capital of the USA. Our landlord was a grower and every Friday he brought us freshly picked shrooms.

He lamented that the growers were cultivating other varieties and they weren't selling, UNTIL they got a marketing expert. They renamed the Tawny Browns to French Blondes and hence, the beginning of the fancy mushroom craze.

Another story, years ago we went into a Chinese restaurant where they had a framed map on the wall. As I stood looking at it, the owner came over. I told him my dad's story. He wouldn't let us pay for our meals.


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