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Food and football unite in the Big Easy
Updated: November 9, 2009, 1:08 PM ET
By John Currence | Special to Page 2
"Why do I continue to waste my Sundays?!"
-- Dick Currence
It was pouring rain the Sunday I was mugged.
I was 6 years old, and as I ran home, soaked to the bone and relieved of my new Big Wheel and my raincoat, I could hear his voice thundering, "YOU COULDN'T KICK (STRING OF EXPLETIVES), YOU ROTTEN …!"
Inside, I found my mother and father in front of our 18-inch black-and-white television and some sort of MacGyver-ed waffle iron, making Reuben sandwiches ...
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-- Dick Currence
It was pouring rain the Sunday I was mugged.
I was 6 years old, and as I ran home, soaked to the bone and relieved of my new Big Wheel and my raincoat, I could hear his voice thundering, "YOU COULDN'T KICK (STRING OF EXPLETIVES), YOU ROTTEN …!"
Inside, I found my mother and father in front of our 18-inch black-and-white television and some sort of MacGyver-ed waffle iron, making Reuben sandwiches ...
Read full story
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