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When I was a kid, the licorice man used to visit…

I’d completely forgotten about him until I read Karen Schwartz's story on licorice.

I’ve no idea who he was exactly, but he was related to one of my grandparents. I’m also assuming he worked where licorice was made, otherwise how come he was always armed with the delicious black treat?