When I was in college, I was a co-op, meaning I worked every other quarter at a job in industry, in between quarters at school. In order to broaden my experience, I purposefully got a job several hundred miles from home, and, unfortunately, from my girlfriend. Keeping the romance alive while at my co-op job was a challenge, especially if I was to keep the phone bill at a manageable level.
For Easter one year, I sent her a chocolate bunny, which I picked out because the name on the box said “Traveling Tommy.” It arrived in multiple pieces, so she had to take my word for it that it was a bunny.
Now, 20 years later, that girl is my wife, and I’m still her Traveling Tommy. She still has the box.
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