Tell me about Papa--the classic story

She was working at IBM. He was in ag chem.

Both on the third floor, separated by a wall.

They both took the back elevator down one day. It went to the parking lot. Why she was going that way is unclear--she didn't have a car.

(Did the Columbus have streetcars then? She doesn't think so. But Minneapolis did when she lived there. They'd take it across town from home to work. Leave a 7 in the morning to be there by 8. Often they were the first to break tracks in the night's snow. But I digress.)

He liked her suit and said so.

"Thank you, I made it myself."

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I tell you, I come from good people.