I went to eat at a diner on Lafayette Street by the square. I got it to go and when the waitress brought it to me she said the bill had been taken care of and motioned to the table right where I was sitting. I stopped at the table to thank the man. I asked him if I knew him and he said no. I never did ask his name. I thanked him so much for paying for my dinner. He was a handsome man in a motorized wheelchair. He made my day.
Sharon Dodd
