David, Jenkintown, Pennsylvania
I often think fondly of my life in Rhode Island when I was a young tyke. [When I was] an eight-year-old cub scout my mother, ([the] den mother), arranged to have our troop appear on Salty's show and sing a song using hand puppets that we made. During the show Salty would give one of his guests a glass of chocolate milk (I think it was Nestles?). I raised my hand along with everyone else but he did not choose me. My disappointment must have made an impression because after the show he came to me with a glass of chocolate milk. I never forgot that experience. We moved to Pennsylvania in 1958 and I still think of the show. Funny the things one remembers.
Received via email, March 10, 2007.