Sacred Stories
Out on the golf cart, they stopped to see friends. It was clear the friends were just heading out for a bike ride, so the visit was brief.
“How is Davey?” the inquiry about a mutual friend who had taken a fall off his steps a few days earlier.
“He bruised up his knee, and he has a bruise on his cheek. You know, there is no handrail on those steps. We have been out dumpster-diving looking for parts to put one together, but no luck,” came the reply.
The bike route had a destination: to see if the Meyer lemon tree was still giving fruit. A good shake of the tree yielded one very nice lemon!
Rounding the corner, there on the grass was a handrail! (People put unwanted or unneeded stuff out to be shared or taken by the trash pickup.)
