Friday, January 28, 2005


This morning, I came out of the house in a rush, and just as I turned turned the corner out of my icy sidestreet onto 15th, I slipped on the curb and at the same time ran into a young man (goateed, a hipster, amazingly up at 6:00AM)—who steadied me so I didn't fall, and said, "You OK?"

So: I was about to slip and fall, and this young man picked me up. He didn't:

1. Hand me a Bible and tell me to read it.

2. Tell me a tax cut next April would solve all my problems.

3. Tell me that I should have put my money into a Personal Falling Down Account.

He just helped me in a neighborly fashion, even though he didn't know who I was.

I guess he wasn't a Republican.

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