Marash Girl loves Costco for its fresh fruits and vegetables, its groceries, its great prices, its gracious service, and its friendly shoppers. She especially loves the Waltham Costco where she often hears folks chatting away in Armenian -- it makes her feel at home, somehow. But yesterday was different. There she was, standing next to the counter piled high with oranges, when she saw a face that she had not seen for many a year, a face that was so familiar, and yet not familiar at all. This man had to be Armenian. And so she went up to him and said, "Parev!" He replied in Armenian, "Parev." When she asked him where he was from, he answered, "Beirut, Lebanon." As they continued to chat in simple Armenian (the only kind Marash Girl knows), Marash Boy approached, and soon all three of them were conversing -- in simple Armenian. But guess why he looked so familiar! It turns out that, yes, his ancestors were from Marash, and, yes, he identified himself as "Marashtsi". Manuel Mardirosian, you were indeed a gift from the past for Marash Girl.