Last weekend I caught sight of my next door neighbor down on his hands and knees scrubbing the street with a hand-sized scrub brush. Beside him were about a dozen cans of scouring powder and a few scattered rags.
It was a peculiar sight. I grabbed my coffee and stood by the window and watched as my neighbor worked the scrub brush back and forth, back and forth, leaving a gray, frothy path in his wake.
Apparently, his car had leaked a large swath of oil on the road leading from his driveway to the end of the street. Ever the good neighbor and conscientious citizen, he approached the Sisyphean task of removing motor oil from the street as if he were David facing Goliath.
Other neighbors joined the crusade. They brought pressure washers and caution tape, cat litter and condolences, and together they did their best to clean up the street.
In this age where bad news out-trumps good on seemingly every front, it's nice to see a person taking responsibility for his actions - even when they're accidents - and for communities to rally to his aid.
This is so very wicked awesome.
Posted by: lemony | April 18, 2008 at 06:57 PM