The other day during a family gathering, I popped the question to my granddaughter.
"So how are you coming along with the Girl Scout cookies?"
All of a sudden, I found an arm wrapped around my shoulder and a look that made me melt on the spot.
"I'm trying for a prize," she divulged. "There's this girl in our troop whose dad works in a big company and he's the boss. Would I love to beat her and win the iPod."
"How many more boxes do you need to sell?" I queried.
"Well, err, ahh, umm, only 12 more."
"Okay, put me down," I gulped.
It was then that the arm around the shoulder gave me the squeeze, followed by a peck on the cheek. "Papa, you're the greatest."
It all starts with a cookie and an organization that are both indestructible.
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Photographer and writer Tom Vartabedian is retired from The Haverhill Gazette. He contributes this regular column.