Walking to work, and suddenly hearing faint strains of the Sesame Street theme song? Then seeing that the song is being blasted from a Harley driven by a bearish leatherhead? Then watching, transfixed, as the Harley weaves and wends through a park and proceeds to serenade the entire neighborhood?
Doing some mystery shopping at a Wal-Mart, then exiting to hear a girl not more than five asking people to support the local cheerleading team? And seeing that the girl is holding a donations box while being hoisted up by her mother?
I get it now, I really do. There's just so much random beauty here (and in Jersey), so much passion and belief that is all to do with community and not with pragmatism or practicality, that sometimes you just have to wonder why not more people are brought up like that.
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