Kudos to the kind exercisers on Baxter Boulevard! My particular hero recently was a man named Ron who retrieved my credit card and license, which had somehow escaped my pocket (placed there to avoid locking my purse in the car).

My panicked discovery of their loss coincided with a voice message from Superman Ron. He’d located me electronically, and within minutes, we met and my plastic pieces changed hands.

What sweet relief! Lesson: Mind what you put in your pocket, and may everyone have a “Ron” to come to your rescue.

Faith Beal


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