A Christmas retread from the past.
For once, the old curmudgeon will climb down off his sarcastic perch and scribble about a story I read in a local newspaper years ago.
I don’t remember the family’s name right now, but I recall the gist: A middle-class father and his two pre-teen boys were driving around Lower Wacker Drive in Chicago, handing out free sandwiches and coffee to the men and women living in cardboard boxes down there.
They got up early several days a week and made the sandwiches and brewed a large urn of coffee; the man paying for all the ingredients himself.
They did this on a regular basis year-round, and they were not part of any religious or charitable organization; the father had just seen these people living in terrible conditions and wanted to do whatever he could think of to help. This is what he thought of. He also wanted to teach his sons to appreciate how lucky they were and a lesson in person-to-person generosity. (I hope they learned it.)
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The Tattlesnake – I Read the News Today, Oh, Boy! Edition
A Christmas retread from the past.
For once, the old curmudgeon will climb down off his sarcastic perch and scribble about a story I read in a local newspaper years ago.
I don’t remember the family’s name right now, but I recall the gist: A middle-class father and his two pre-teen boys were driving around Lower Wacker Drive in Chicago, handing out free sandwiches and coffee to the men and women living in cardboard boxes down there.
They got up early several days a week and made the sandwiches and brewed a large urn of coffee; the man paying for all the ingredients himself.
They did this on a regular basis year-round, and they were not part of any religious or charitable organization; the father had just seen these people living in terrible conditions and wanted to do whatever he could think of to help. This is what he thought of. He also wanted to teach his sons to appreciate how lucky they were and a lesson in person-to-person generosity. (I hope they learned it.)
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