THE FOOTNOTES

It has been alleged that Old Bob talks too much, particularly to strangers. Bob's problem is that he he is trapped in New England but has a Mid-Western approach to communication. I will clarify, which means to make clear:
Bob routinely talks wirh strangers, as though he is in Iowa, or someplace where that is the norm. Yesterday, Bob was in the checkout line at the supermarket when he engaged the young woman ahead of him in conversation. The conversation, though brief, covered a range of topics, and it was a pleasant experince for all parties including the employee waiting on them. The young woman checked out and left the store. Then Old Bob checked, left the store and was walking to his car. An approaching car came along side, a window opened and it was the woman from the check out line waving a chocolate bar at our hero. She said, " I want you to have this. You are the nicest person I ever met in a check out line."
Here's that nice old guy who should live in Iowa holding his chocolate bar