To the Editor,
This is an anecdote in the spirit of John Howell’s recent column and reader Lonnie Barham’s subsequent letter.
Some years ago my wife, Martha, received a nearly …
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To the Editor,
This is an anecdote in the spirit of John Howell’s recent column and reader Lonnie Barham’s subsequent letter.
Some years ago my wife, Martha, received a nearly unique birthday gift from her son, Michael: a trip to Paris!
With Michael as her guide, Martha’s tour one day included the Louvre. As they descended a beautiful staircase, with a sitting area against one wall, she stopped Michael, saying “Michael, wait; I know that man there; he’s from Rhode Island!” “Oh, come on Mom, that can’t be. Let’s not embarrass ourselves in the Louvre.” “No, I am sure of this.”
Martha approached the gentleman, “Pardon me, sir, aren’t you from Rhode Island?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I knew it. I voted for you!”
“Oh! You’re the one!”
Classy guy, Bob Healey.
Michael McNamara
Warwick
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