It was the day after New Year’s. It had been raining slightly, so the streets were still a little damp and the skies a bit grey. As I crossed (well, really jaywalked) across the street to save a few wasted steps, I spied a little puff of cloth in the gutter in front of 301 East 69th, the building at the end of my street. Being the type to keep our block free of litter, I bent over to pick it up, albeit gingerly, with the tip of two fingers.
Once in hand I noticed that despite its current locale in the gutter, it was pretty clean with the exception of a little bit of gravel and moisture in one corner. Closer examination revealed it was brand new, and the tag said “Hermes, Made in Paris”. It was likely made of the finest silk in the world, and the pattern, depicting little yellow figures on a backdrop of purple and green, was quite quaint.
I don’t know how this man’s silk pocket square got into the gutter. Or why there was a dime lying next to it. But thanks to my sharp eye, nimble back, and desire to keep my block clean, I’m proud to say it comes with a new story to tell about it.
Have you ever been rewarded by trying to do a little good around your neighborhood?