Good morning everyone:
No one who reads this chatter every Sunday needs to be reminded about the size of Mrs. SSJ's heart. But on Friday night, Mrs. SSJ surprised me with a very late — albeit immensely touching — birthday gift that she had been working on for months and almost was destroyed by the U.S. Postal Service. I hope many of you remember how I related months ago about the old baseball ticket stubs that my sister found after my dad's death late last year. Well, it seems that unknown to me — and against my advice — my sister . . .
SSJ
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