on treasure hunts
Feeding the ducks. It’s still a thing.
We walk hand in hand down the sidewalk passing a small dumpster. She asks me to stop as she reaches deep in her pocket, pulls out two dollars in quarters, runs over to the dumpster and throws them in.
“Why did you do that?” I asked.
“It’s for the man who comes by later on a treasure hunt.” She answered.
A gentle reminder to continue feeding the hungry behind the scenes, those with food and those without.
rip chris cornell