Last week, I was out for lunch with six senior citizen lady friends at the Village Inn on 400 South.
We had been to Ash Wednesday services at our church. We ordered, chatted, ate and enjoyed each other's company.
When we asked for our checks, the waitress told us that a gentleman at the next table had paid for all of our lunches when he left.
What a surprise! He told her that he missed his mother.
What a grand gesture, and we couldn't even thank him. Sir, we will "pass it on."