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When I was a child, I spent part of my summers and most winter school breaks visiting my maternal grandparents. They farmed in rural Kansas about forty miles from the Nebraska line. The closest real town was a place called Clay Center.
I remember eating with my grandfather at the foreign Legion hall, and going to the small barber shop (which was always pretty full.) Frequently at the barber shop there would be one of about three old men my grandfather knew who had fought in the first world war, and then served in the Navy during the second world war.
Those three guys are still my heroes. I guess north central Kansas was as far from the sea as they could get.
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