I'm not much for ain't-that -nice nostalgia but in this age of the Regal Obama I liked ths one:
"When Dave Beckwith was in fourth grade, he delivered newspapers to businesses and the government housing near the airport in Pierre, South Dakota. One afternoon he was pedaling toward the airport when he hit a pot hole, crashed his bike and spilled the newspapers all over the highway.
Embarrassed but not hurt, he got up and started gathering the newspapers when a black limousine slowed to a stop, and a man got out of the back seat to help.
"Are you OK?" He asked as he began assisting Dave. The kind man stayed long enough to help Dave pick up the papers and make certain that he was OK.
Dave couldn't help but notice his license plate number when he drove away: "1." South Dakota Governor Joe Foss...".
(Who flew Mustangs, not Unicorns.)
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