Harry loved a girl named Diane. He guesses he was 12 when the very sight of her--the hazel-eyed beauty from the next town over in North Carolina--knocked him back on his heels. "I think it might have been at a church social," he says, 59 now and dusted at the temples. Harry courted her with the little time he didn't spend working the tobacco and cotton fields his family farmed: "We wrote to each other when I went away in the service. She was my military sweetheart."
They moved north and were married in 1965, and 30 years ago, they opened...
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