What with new arrivals to NCPR and much rearrangement going on at the station, Bill Haenel was relating a story to me about moving to Boston with all his worldly possessions in an elderly beast of a convertible. When it stalled at a busy intersection, blocking all directions, a crew of ten instantly materialized to push him to a safe location. He never even had to leave the car. Being of a somewhat cynical mind, I said "That's the difference between Boston and New York. There a crowd would have instantly materialized to yell at you and wave their arms around while doing nothing to help."
At the same time, evidence has been piling up all around to tell me I'm wrong–maybe not about NYC–but about people in general. Jackie Sauter was slowed to a halt on her morning commute today by a guy parked in the middle of the road to escort a snapping turtle safely across on its nesting journey. What was in it for him?
Just last night I heard that a long-planned community food event had run afoul of the nannyish bureaucrats at the health department and would be forced to swap out homemade delicacies for a factory-made sheet cake. A professional baker and chef, hearing of the plight, stepped in unasked with gourmet goods prepared from scratch in a certified kitchen.
And I was pleased to discover some long-needed safety lines freshly painted at a formerly dangerous turnout I happen to use all the time. How did they get there? A guy knew a guy with the right equipment and paid out of pocket the "North Country wages" required–six tall cold ones. Two-for-one angel story.
As someone jaded by paying too much attention to the rancor and disaster of national media, this was news I needed, and news that I hope to be able to use–bringing out my own deeply-suppressed inner nice. If you have any recent stories of angels dancing on pinheads, please share them in a comment below.