Speaking of the Butt family…back in the 50’s, someone backed into my dad’s car at an HEB parking lot and of course drove off. My dad sent a polite letter to whatever family member at that time was heading up the company - and surprisingly received a personal note and a check back to pay for the damages.
He wishes!
No. Some people call me Maurice.
How long has this been going on?
We've been that route.
Correct. We've moved on amicably.
And - that was one of the best things I ever did. Once you took my two decades long avatar and made a mockery of it to my infinite frustration - I decided to move over and give you room at the Algonquin table.
Ive always thought I was the Groucho to your Harpo, given that I would never belong to a club (or round table) that would have me as a member, and you were always infinitely more talented.
