To see the honesty and generosity of people like this young worker, whose wages can't be much above the minimum, and a homeless man who has nothing -- it's a reminder that I still have a way to climb before I get to their level.
Dairy Queen to the youth of Martha's Vineyard is what the Wailing Wall is to my tribe. It is a prayer. It is an awakening. When DQ opens, everyone is assured that soon they will be able to stow away their winter gear until the next shock of ice.