WHEN I WAS A KID, my father was the fattest person I knew. He was 6 feet tall and about 250 pounds, which would've made him the size of an NFL lineman of that era—the early 1960s. If anything, he was proud of his girth. He boasted, "The Marines taught me how to eat," and he spent the rest of his life acting on that knowledge.
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