So, this woman in Boston calls our number out of the blue. Liza was her name. Pete spoke with her. She said a package that looked like a gift from a popcorn company had been delivered to her house twice via UPS and it wasn't her name on the package. Somehow, she traced our phone number down through the mailing label. Her house number was one digit off from my Dad's; she actually lives across the street. In fact, I had ordered a Halloween gift tin, with popcorn and cookies, for Dad. When Pete ...
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