Photographic evidence that I made good on my pledge to help a reader rake leaves.

My first choice was the widow of one of my faithful correspondents, who died this year. But after an initial exchange of emails, she disappeared on me. Don't know what happened.

My second pick was a retired teacher over in Wilbur, Wash. But it turned out she is a snowbird and she left for Arizona before Halloween. Her leaves were still on the trees at that time.

At that point, I more or less muttered to myself, "Aw, to hell with it, I'm just going to pick someone I would like to meet."

That's how I wound up at the home of a retired advertising executive with whom I have been exchanging emails for years.

I had a really nice time.

Maybe I should see if any Slice reader wants help shoveling snow.

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