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For years I’ve wished I could surprise our British friends Dick and Moira with some sweets from Bettys. We knew them when we walked our schnauzers together along Wetherby Road. They lived at the end of a narrow close near Hookstone Wood. I can’t surprise them, because I don’t know their exact address or if they still live there. Or even their last names. In April, Marten Wedebrand sent a care package from Sweden to his friend David Easson. He didn’t know David’s address either. So, he wrote, “David Easson, somewhere in Sheffield, England.” Then he added everything he knew about his friend: that he attended Olympics, not as an athlete, but as a reporter. David had “a child, a dog, or both.” And, “I think his wife’s name is Helen.” Over 500,000 people call Sheffield home. But somehow Darrell Gilmour of the Royal Mail, Sheffield Centre, tracked David down. What was in the package? Chocolate, of course.