this weekend just past, the little town up the shore from here
had its someteenth annual fest, packing its cobblestone streets
with tourists and locals who came for the fun, food and music...
as with any event, when the expected crowds exceed the local population,
portable sanitary stations are established and often have the longest lines...
i was waiting for a friend to emerge from one of the dozen port-a-johns when
a man came out of his chosen john, holding a large bag, filled with his acquired
treasures from the festival, in one hand.... and sporting a dab of the foam hand
in his other hand....
i motioned to him to let me assist him by holding his bag while he washed up....
mentioning to him my mother had been a public health nurse and she would
applaud his attention to hygiene....
when he took his bundle back, he didnt say thank you
he said: you have the heart of a servant.....
i suspect those are some of the kindest words
i have ever had directed to me.......
