Every year, as the calendar smiles at Feb. 14, unlikely men can be seen ambling up and down the streets, carrying roses, red beribboned gift bags and boxes of chocolate.
It is a sight to behold.
I always want to stop and talk with them--each one of them. I’m curious about what’s in the bag, how they thought of it, and if I’d approve.
Invariably, these men will lament that they can’t find a card which delivers the appropriate message.
“Write your own,” I suggest with enthusiasm, and that deer-in-the-headlights look suddenly finds its way to their faces.