Dear Queenie,
You are most times bombarded by problem questions only. Today I want to say something different.
I was in St. Maarten in the vicinity of the GEBE building not too long ago, hoisting 2 heavy suitcases and sweating like a horse in the hot sun.
I was standing on the curb, heading to my parked car. Many cars stopped voluntarily, and I was not even at a zebra crossing, with offers to let me cross the road and questions of if I was feeling well.
Goodness still exists. Give Jackie his jacket.—Dr. Odongo (Ret.), St. Eustatius.
Dear Dr. Odongo,
I am sure all those courteous motorists will remember you. On their behalf, thank you very much for publicly expressing your appreciation of their courtesy. And I thank you for using my column to do it.
