A crook or two have been known to steal packages from the lobby of my 120-year-old apartment building. Last week I got home to find someone had brought up a package for me and put it by my door. There was a Werther’s hard candy on the box. Jack. A 96 year old neighbor who lives on the 6th floor of this old walk-up.
It brought the sun out. Jack doesn’t know me but for a “hi Jack” every time we pass each other in the hallway. He mumbles “hello dear,” reaches in the pocket of his khaki pants and hands me a Werther’s candy. Every single time.
In other pre-war walk-up news, I discovered the water from the faucet in my kitchen gets hot enough to steep tea. It’s so convenient!