Letter to the Editor 3-7-14
Late Thursday morning, (Feb. 27), my brother Ben and I stopped at the Short Stop on Highway 81 for a break en route to Howard Kessinger's funeral in Marysville. I discovered that I'd left my cane in Lindsborg, and shuddered at the thought of a day on my gimp leg without it. I asked a young woman at the counter if the Short Stop had any canes for sale.
Afraid not, she said.
Do you know of any place in Concordia that might? I asked.
Without missing a lick, she said yes. And with no prompting she quickly gave me detailed directions to Funk Mobility downtown, then looked up the address and phone number for me–all in a moment, and with enough cheer to wipe the gloom off a doomsday. She was right on target, and the bonus was a look at downtown Concordia, an attractive and radiant business district that citizens surely must treasure–and people, like a young woman at a convenience store, ready and willing to help others–even a stranger looking for, of all things, a cane.
What a place! It leaves a very good feeling.
(former editor of the
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