Robin Hood

Reader Dan pointed us to this excerpt from the New York Times' Metropolitan Diary:


Dear Diary:

My husband, who is the ultimate recycler, collects the sad, misshapen and rejected umbrellas that are often found lying in the trash bins around our West Village neighborhood.

Knowing of my aversion to collections of clutter, he hustles them past me to his study and spends quite a bit of time repairing them.

The next time it rains, he carries several repaired umbrellas into our neighborhood and approaches anyone who appears to be bedraggled, drenched or just plain miserable. He says, “You look as if you could use an umbrella.”

After their initial expressions of shock, their faces change to smiles of gratitude as he hands the refurbished umbrellas to them. “Have a great day,” he says, thoroughly enjoying himself. Ricki Fier


Ms Fier - we hereby name your husband the Robin Hood of umbrellas, and oh how we'd love love love to go hunting with him some rainy day.

And thanks again for sending the article, Dan! It looks like we weren't the only ones who thought this story was a pot of gold.


Source: New York Times Metropolitan Diary