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CHAPTER ONE Sanders, Before the Sauce BEFORE HE WAS the Colonel, he was just Harland. No white suit. No secret recipe. No fried chicken. Just a kid born in 1890 in a one-room shack in Henryville, Indiana, with a name that sounded more like a banker than a bucket-slinger. His dad died when he was five. That was it. Childhood over. He dropped out of school in sixth grade, went to work full time, and never looked back. If you want to understand KFC, don’t start with the chicken. Start with the chaos. Harland Sanders didn’t have a career. He had a collection of jobs. Farmhand. Mule-tender. Railroad worker. Streetcar conductor. Blacksmith. Soldier. Insurance salesman. Steamboat pilot. Law...