Posted by Roy Parker
on June 28, 2006, 10:37 pm
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I remember while going through Marine Corps boot camp in 1959 I would be so homesick I thought I would die. I would lie in my bunk at night with my face in my pillow and cry for home. Every night I would think about how that old paper mill smelled and wish like everything I could smell it. I knew if I could smell it I'd be home.
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