Are you familiar with the movie 'The Music Man'?
When I was a boy, mom had a friend that lived in Chicago. Her name was Clara Coors (she was of some relation to the Coors brewing family). For reasons unknown to me, Clara Coors, with some frequency, would occasionally send me a small gift. And it would arrive via the UPS (United Parcel Service) truck. Like the boy Winthrop Paroo, who waited for surprises coming to town on the Wells Fargo wagon, I lived in anticipation of the UPS truck, for I just knew there was "something, something special, just for me" on that truck.
Now, no one else was receiving gifts from her, so I can only guess that mom must have talked about me an awful lot. Unfortunately, I never met that wonderful woman who left such a fond memory and a compassionate note in my heart.
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