A raggedy man walked up.

"Christa McAuliffe was my daughter. The one in the space shuttle."

He reeked of madness, cousin to grief, and so I pondered believing him.

"Also, I'm the guy responsible for the jelly beans."

Jelly beans?

"You know, the Ronald Reagan jelly bean thing."

Here endeth the ponder.

"Also, I saved seven guys caught in a space shuttle. They were out of air. I rescued them. The government kept it quiet."

Mum's the word, sir. Mum's the word.

I should be going. Nice talking to you.

"Merry Christmas!"

You too, sir. And a Happy New Year.