Unless Someone Like You Cares a Whole Awful Lot, Nothing is Going to Get Better.
Or so said Dr. Seuss's Lorax and his Once-ler, once woke.
Heaven knows we could use a Lorax or two nowadays. And on Saturday, we had 'em in spades.
Lorax-in-chief, Mark Schneiderman, got himself out of bed bright and early (when others were just coming home from their Friday night on the town), drove to Jersey, filled up on a tower of mulch bags, buckets of bulbs, Truffula seeds, munchkins and 'joe, and was on the avenue by 10 a.m. cheering on the crew and keeping them stoked with supplies, tending to tree wells.
He wasn't alone. Temma, Ferenc, Pat, Terence, Bettina, Cynthia, Celia and quite a few others were all out there channeling their inner-Lorax. Also, there were kids! I suspect some of the kids brought their folks instead of the other way around.
What can I say? The result speaks for itself.
Community spirit: it's not about what it is...it's about what it can become. A butterfly effect. Thanks to you all. See you on Spring Planting Day!