@mranderson There used to be a guy working at the Coop. Stood straight and tall. Always wore a bow tie. Instantly trustable. His name was Mr. Jones.

One of the ways I ride to the coop is along Anderson Ave. When I ride there, I think of Mr. Anderson, which leads me to Mr. Smith (whose voice I hear saying "Mr. Anderson"), which reminds me of his name: Mr. Jones.