“Jim, this is the nicest, most generous thing I can remember. I just hope I can repay you some way, some day.” “Forget it,” Hickey said. “Children need honey. My kids have it every meal.” Randy heard the Model-A’s horn, raucous as an angry goose, and saw it pull up to the curb. Walking to the car, he noticed that it was a clear and beautiful spring day, a better day than yesterday. The spores of kindness, as well as faith, survived in this acid soil.
