To this day, I cannot see a box of Russell Stover's chocolates and not think of Grandma. Her visits to our home always included a box of Russell Stover's, and this she would pass around the table after dinner. We were allowed only one piece, one piece that was gone all too quickly. After a few more minutes of polite conversation, my brother, my sister and I would shamelessly flap one elbow in the air, a gesture meaning, "You can't fly on one wing." Obliging, Grandma would pass the box again.