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When I was a kid, between the 3rd and 6th grades, my family lived in the southern region of Spain called Andalusia, when my dad was stationed there in the military.

There was no base housing so we lived in a little town called Alcala de Gualdiquivir, outside of Seviila. Our house was right across the street from an olive processing plant.

The ladies who worked there pitting olives by hand and stuffing them with pimentos, would give my brother and sister and I each a nickel bottle of Coca Cola and some olives to snack on when we came across the street to visit. Obviously, we were in there almost everyday after the school bus dropped us off.

And that is where, in the third grade, I became a fan of olives, both green and black, and enjoy them as a snack to this day almost 60 years later.

And I must say, Black Olives DO Matter.

"When I was a kid, between the 3rd and 6th grades, my family lived in the southern region of Spain called Andalusia, when my dad was stationed there in the military. There was no base housing so we lived in a little town called Alcala de Gualdiquivir, outside of Seviila.

I was stationed in Rota, Spain from 79 to 82. What was your Father doing to be stationed in Sevilla, if I may ask? Also, the family and I visited Sevilla and did a tour of the cathedral where Columbus is supposedly entombed. Great day.