My mother was an Avon lady when I was a kid. Her area was a farm community. Her customers quite frugal. I would have to sit in the car for long periods of time. Occasionally I would get to listen to the radio. My clearest early memory was of singing along with Louis Armstrong’s version of What A Wonderful World, and at the end they announced that he had died. I cried and cried. I loved his music, and the way he sang “Ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhh”