One evening last week, while we digested supper by watching TV, the doorbell rang, and my wife went to answer.
Two young girls, one in grade 2 and one in grade 1 at the local elementary school, were standing there (with Mom in the background), asking for a donation to 'Muscular Dystrophy.'
I recall that when folks used to collect for the Jerry Lewis Telethon,

To use the current jargon, Dear Reader,: For transparency -- I have a form of muscular dystrophy: Charcot-Marie-Tooth Disease, or C-M-T, and have difficulty walking and performing some fine-motor tasks.
However, the girls' query 'passed the test,' and as my wife was handing over our donation,