I had already had 2½ days with friends of Kenny Boutwell, including Sonny Andrus, his buddy from the “Cool Gang,” stopping in to talk about the write-up.
Well, it’s Tuesday afternoon and it’s freight day, so I am a little busier than usual. I am outside of the cash register area and I look across at the other counter and there is a tiny little lady whose head is just above the counter. Her snow white hair stands in contrast to a thick layer of bright red lipstick. She says, “Twig,” and I reply, “Oh hi, how are you?” So I go in behind the counter for a chat. The young man with her smiles and we exchange hellos and she says, “I just want you to know that I read all of your articles and I enjoy every one of them.” I say, “Thank you very much,” and she turns and the two of them leave the building. I am stunned.
I just wanted to take this space to thank you once again because you have really touched this little heart of mine. You know, when you can put six yards of feeling into 18 inches of words then you have become a writer. But when you touch the heart of another living soul, it gives you a feeling like no other.
God bless you, little lady.
Twig Canfield
