My name is Myrl and my brother's name is Myrl. We grew up on a beautiful mountain over looking the sparkling Caribbean.
We grew and developed and basked in the glory and accomplishments of our older brother, Larry. It was he who became Numero Uno first. We followed his adventures and travels to the great U.S. and to Chicago, on to Texas, Houston, and finally, Country Place.
After hearing of his experiences all us young brown blooded tobacco leaves could only dream of following in his footsteps. We stretched and we grew and we developed. Then the day came and we were picked. And sure enough justo like Larry we were made into Numero Uno's. Numero Uno, wow, just like Larry and every body congratulated us.
Next we were shipped and thanks to the God of Tobacco Plants, it must have been Larry's influence because we were shipped to our kind of town, Chicago, U.S.A.
The owner of the fabulous tobacco store to which we had been assigned took one look at us and thought to himself "Those two, Myrl and Myrl, would surely like to go to the same place that Larry went to. The deserve it and the people there deserve them.
Zoom, were on an airplane and zoom, zoom, we were at Country Place in Texas, the ultimate destination.
Here we are today on a table looking out on the golf course and there is the tribute to Larry -- his box on a place of honor in the humidor. And there we will join him as soon as we have finished our final act and wafted the flavor of a Numero Uno into the winds of Country Place.
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Reply [3/87] :
Mr. Darnell,
It is rare indeed when a customer is so inspired by one of our products as you were, or rather, I'd prefer to think that many are so inspired, but we just rarely hear about it!
Thanks to your son, I have taken the liberty of rewarding your efforts.
Dennis DiPiazza, Manager.
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