To the editor:
My wife and I are disabled (or as I like to say, nearly over-the-hill octogenarians). We can’t get up and down our driveway. As the result of a phone call to the city, our wonderful “trash guys” go up the driveway, then back down with our container, then back up and then back to their truck. This year at Christmas we put a little money in envelopes for the three of them. Today we received from them a delightful note of thanks.
Just a much-appreciated event — all around.