So I doubt very seriously when AGB invented the telephone that he knew just how important this piece of communications equipment would be. I received a phone call late yesterday afternoon from a young woman I’ve known nearly my entire life and almost as soon as I knew it was her on the other end the laughter began and continued. I walked into the car to head home for the day with an enormous smile and relived that brief conversation for the duration of the ride home and here I sit the following morning sharing the same with you. ¶ A number of years ago we were able to meet in person at our home in South Carolina where she met our children, which all took place before 9/11 and the only reason that reference is made is due to her comment as to where our homemade salsa is? ¶ At the time of our meet in the Palmetto State my wife and I were actively pursuing places to put our homemade salsa product, a.k.a. “PAULSA™” on the shelves along the grocers of the Low Country, while also very active in the local farmers market where we first contact by a representative from Marriott; this was an exciting time in our lives. This little tomato-free idea, that all started on a whim one Friday afternoon in our kitchen was about to get launched nationally until the attacks of 9/11 took place and Marriott cancelled their request as there were certainly other important matters to attend to instead of placing a product in their VIP suites. ¶ Yes, even the little guy living in a two-bedroom house on the corner was financially affected. ¶ Fast forward a decade and I find myself on the phone with someone I proudly refer to as my sister knowing full well there’ll be a shipment of PAULSA™ placed in the mail across country this holiday season. This reconnection with my past, or should I say “our past” was a truly rewarding and comforting event knowing she is alive and well and that’s all that really matters. ¶ So we’ve talked Alexander Graham Bell, 9/11, some Connor Road, some Apple Village, some Folly Hill Country Club, even a little Union Street making up life’s little moments which become memories forever. Where are we without them?