It’s been 50 years since experiencing my first days of freedom as a freshman. Sure I abused that a bit; what freshman doesn’t?
Today, I traveled on a bus from Broomfield to Boulder and spent some time on the open mall, trying to find anything that looked familiar, but instead found street performers, lots of shops, and a few old buildings. And I got caught in the rain; was soaked to my skin and trying to find the bus terminal. Every time I asked directions, the answer was different. Then, I walked into a bank, with clouded glasses, soaked to the skin, limping on a sore leg, and a teller went above and beyond to help me out.
She handed me some paper towels, and an umbrella that must have been in a pile of umbrellas once used for advertising. Again, people stepped up to help me everywhere I go. Amazing, good people in the world.