No, I don't mean the Statue of Liberty. I'm not talking about the Grand Canyon, nor Woody Woodpecker, nor Woody Allen. I don't even mean a good pair of worn Levis. The American Icon I'm thinking of embedded itself first in our kitchens and then, by a strange twist of fate, re-embedded itself in our mailboxes. The icon, of course, is SPAM®I grew up eating SPAM®. Sliced thin and fried crisp, it made a fine sandwich for a kid. As an adult, I discovered it had the add...
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Updated: 5:31 PM GMT on March 19, 2012
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