Here’s a quick story from a Sun reader named Karen Meyers. On a recent winter morning, it perked me up a bit.
“I live in a townhouse community in the Keswick neighborhood of Baltimore. I was hunkered down inside during the recent snow and didn’t get my trash can out to the parking lot for Tuesday morning pickup. As I was leaving the house, I heard the trash truck coming so I hustled out to the parking lot with my trash container. But as I approached an icy area, one of the trash collectors held up his hand and ordered me to stop. He was concerned that I could fall. (A benefit of my white hair, I guess). He not only took the container from me and dumped it, he then wheeled it back to my house. This is the kind of experience that keeps me living in and defending Baltimore.”