I told my mother the other day that I was glad she had taken me to the Singer sewing class out on West Colonial Drive in Orlando back in 1963. I didn't know how she knew I would take so well to the art of sewing, but I definitely have.
When I spoke with her this morning, she brought it up again. She said, "You remember the man who taught that class?" I didn't even remember that it was a man. But she continued, "He tried to date me. Another doctor's wife knew of it and threw it in my face until the day she died."
Mother finished by saying, "That's how traveling salesmen are."
After a three-month family focus on traveling salesmen hawking boys' bands, I just had to laugh at these words from my almost-96-year-old mother's mouth.
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