The opportunity came in 1968, when an old Park City friend and self-made mining engineer, Tom Costas, commissioned me to make "something special" for him. As a boy, I had delivered the weekly Park Record to Tom's home. Every week, Tom invited me into the kitchen, and in the winter, threw a little more coal into the stove. He thawed me out by bringing me a chair, sitting me down, and putting my feet up on the oven door. At the same time, he would call out: "Vinnie! Come in here. Make Eddie a cup of hot chocolate and as soon as he quits shivering, he says he'll sing us a song." Tom always paid me 10 cents instead of the official 5 cent price for the Record. Every year during the years of my childhood, Tom sent me the most beautiful Christmas card I had ever seen. The 3 cent stamp was also the most beautiful I had seen. But, the most elegant part of all, the part that touched me beyond any young boy's sense of awe and wonderment was Tom's supurb penmanship. The address began: "Master Edward J. Fraughton..."
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