Thank goodness for having a name I don't share with a thousand Andersons. It meant that an email got to me from a woman in Sioux Falls who had found a copy of CHIPS (from the Tree of Knowledge), our high school literary magazine, in a storage box. Did I want it?
Oh my goodness yes, although I'm embarrassed in advance/in retrospect about my sophomoric (literally!) drivel.
How above & beyond to reach out with something she could so easily have tossed. (Thank you, Teresa!)