I am now entering into the selectively answered zone.
I will share one story.
As a child I frequented my father’s office, and his secretary always had a candy jar full of candy ripe for the plucking. Of these my favorites were undoubtedly tied between the Mary Jane’s and the Werther’s Originals. Although I always found the shape of the Werther’s quite original as a child and all together rather well put as far as candy goes. I also ruminated on how Werther should be spelt with a “u” instead of an “e” (Wurther).
If this marks the start of what Mr. Bogart calls a beautiful friendship I don’t know, I think he was referring to something far more lucrative if not fulfilling. Perhaps this might be the latter. Any how, I hope on this day of days it has brought joy or smiles.
PS: Please share the dance from the bedroom in the ballroom. You know it’s pretty damn good.