Happy kid
Earlier this year I tweetedsomething like “Free train set. Pick up from Howick before 5.” + a picture and geotag.
My phone rang. “I’m calling about the trainset,” said a very small male voice. His name was Nelson. He was 9. Lived on the shore (that’s a really long way from Howick). He’d looked up my number in the whitepages. He and his dad came by a few hours later. I’ve never seen a happier kid.
I’m sure I’d seen this post somewhere and already answered it. Weird.