This Thanksgiving, let’s give thanks for old-fashioned neighborliness. Recently I was coming home from Zearing and pulled off onto the gravel road just east of Story City for a phone message but, in the dark, I misjudged the road edge. Yes, my right front tire dropped into the ditch so far that my back left tire was well off the ground.
As I pulled out my AAA card, I noticed some folks getting ready to leave the farmhouse just a quarter-mile north and hoped they might be able to help. (I have had several experiences of waiting hours for “roadside assistance.”) Sure enough, a young man pulled up behind me and searched his trunk for a chain. No luck. So, with another young man who showed up, they started brain-storming. Then, yet another young man pulled up and as I tried to joke about how, “Pretty soon half the county will be here, ” he was already hitching a hefty strap on the car and, before I could say, “Triple A,” I was back up on the road.
Any offer of money, in appreciation of their time and energy, was waved off. “Have a great night’!” and they were gone. This is my public “Thank you!” to those young people who were raised to be good neighbors!