As a young boy growing up in West Plains on Walker street, right off of Grace, drinking nickel cokes and R.C.s (Royal Crown Colas), and occasionally eating a moon pie at Elba Francis Walker street grocery, I could never dreamed of what I have been blessed to have seen and heard in my life.
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