My father called on John when he was a salesman with the H.J. Heinz Co. in the 50's and 60's and they were very fond of each other. Once when I was about four or five (1964 or '65) my dad brought me to work with him and in the parking lot of Palm Market I accidentally smashed my fingers in the car door. Mary sat me on her lap making a big fuss while John gave me little treats to make it all better. It's a memory I will never forget. My dad always thought and spoke very highly of his friend John Wong. This too I will never forget.