View from my office, more or less
Today I made arrangements with George Cervantes, one of the guys at the office, to bring his van around to the house this weekend, and we'll cart the DJ equipment I won these many moons ago off to Mr. Music to sell. As luck would have it, the only item they aren't interested in is the mixer...and when I advertised this gear in the paper, that was the only item any of my potential buyers actually wanted to obtain. I had assumed that without the mixer the rest of the setup would be pretty much useless; had I known this I could have disposed of this lot long ago.I was carting boxes from the office to my car when the wind carried one away from me and into the street. A woman who happened to be standing there not only went into midst of the stopped traffic to retrieve my box but helped me carry it to my car--even though, as I told her, "I wonder if this is how Ted Bundy started out."
It was really rather sweet, not unlike John Clemens offering me leftover boxes from his Christmas unwrapping today, having heard of my box dilemma over the holiday. I suppose it's like Anne Frank said: "In spite of everything, I still believe that people are essentially good."
