this is my parents' story, but it's too good not to be told.
My parents were on an Alaska cruise, and began talking to another passenger. Finding out they were from Kansas, she asked if they lived anywhere near Chanute. Why yes, it was about an hour away. She tells them that she has a friend who, since college, has had a practical joke going with his former roommate. It seems that one of the men had been using a crutch at the time of graduation, and he had left it behind, with a note instructing his roomie to take it back to the campus hospital and get the deposit for him. The roomie never got around to doing it, and returned the crutch awhile later, telling the man to return it himself. Roommate A then slipped the crutch back into Roommate B's car before he left, with the note re-attached.
For decades, they had passed the crutch back and forth. It showed up at the wedding of one of the men's daughters, was delivered to a hotel where one of them was staying... the 'rule' was that the crutch could not be mailed but it had to be delivered by either of the roommates or another person acting on their behalf.
When the ship docked, the lady took them to meet her friend, who had custody of the crutch. My parents agreed to deliver it to the roommate, who had just moved to Chanute to take the job of president of the community college.
After my parents came back, we all started strategizing about how to deliver the crutch. I suggested that my parents contact the president and tell him they wanted to meet with him about a donation to his college. They went for it, dressed up like wealthy donors
and arrived on campus to meet with him, carrying the crutch wrapped up in disguise. When they arrived, the president was speaking with a member of his faculty, and they were seated in his office. He came in, sat down, and asked what he could do for them. My mother bent down and unwrapped the crutch, as Dad said that they were there to make a donation. The president's eyes gleamed, Mom slid the crutch over to Dad, and he whipped it up and smacked it down on the president's desk. The president screamed, 'IT'S THE CRUTCH!', leaped up and ran out the door to get the professor he'd been talking to, as he had just been telling the guy the story of the crutch, and there it was!
He took Mom and Dad to lunch, to get the whole story about how the crutch had gotten from Alaska to Kansas. He said he'd figured that he was safe for some time after making the move, because how would his friend find someone in Sitka, Alaska, who would carry the crutch to Chanute, Kansas!
My parents did make a donation of a more traditional type, as well.