By Gordon Garnos
EXPLANATION: It probably all started when I was asked to join the 100-voice Cestrian Welsh Male Voice Choir. It was in Chester, England, and I was stationed with the U. S. Air Force nearby. Some may remember that choir as it toured eastern South Dakota, presenting some 12 concerts, almost 25 years to the day I left England. But that is another story. Different members invited me into their homes, some for a cup of tea and others for a meal, something a serviceman would never turn down. (Full Article)
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