I had no idea as to what was happening. The CVS approaches and parking lot was clogged: people and cars in a hurried jumble. I parked, hid behind a tree-out of danger's way- and watched. Someone could be seriously injured in that melee.

There were people in pajamas (with and without slippers) jogging outfits, one person wore waders, and another bib overalls. the rest in clothing that reflected no rhyme, no reason--the age range was all over the place as well. One fellow was struck down by an exiting customer --at least three boxes of Whitman's Samplers went airborne. Plastic and real bouquets of flowers were carried swiftly to waiting vehicles that did not move!! I took a chance and moved up to a tree that would improve my sight line and saw why. Writing was taking place---real cursive writing -I was amazed!! I crept up and, unnoticed, peeked into a truck's cabin where my curiosity was set to rest. They were signing cards that they also had just purchased for their mommies. It was a beautiful thing to see. Such excitement, such activity, such regard. I was moved to tears and in that condition moved inadvertently into a line of incoming foot traffic and was felled. No matter. Faith in my fellow man was restored. Our hearts are not all the size of mustard seeds.