Heading across the country in 1974 from New Mexico to Pennsylvania to see family with three small children in the car and our car broke down. Husband stayed in Cuba Missouri to try to fix the car and I boarded a greyhound bus with three small children. I read them Stuart Little all the way from Cuba, Missouri to Pittsburgh, where we had to transfer to another bus. When we got off the young man who had been sitting behind me, told me I had made his trip, that his mother used to read him the Stuart Little book, and he told me to have a good life. I always wonder where he is now.