These are my people. They speak my language, feel my pain and we share a common love and struggle.
I had plans for a very productive day but came across this gem that made me stop everything and share.
These people speak my language.
While living in Malden, MA there was a Dunkin Donuts (DD, Dunkin) every couple of miles. I had my favorites and they were regular stops throughout the day.
I worked in a warehouse during my time at Gordon Conwell Theological Seminary. Our team made frequent runs to the DD across the street. I shudder to think how much of my hourly wages were drank away in “large black coffee.”
When we moved to Cortland, NY it was a different story. The nearest DD was in the next town. That meant a twenty-minute drive to DD and a twenty-minute drive back. Culture shock.
My eight years in Springfield, MA was pure joy. When I left the church parking lot there was a DD within half a mile in any direction. Pure joy.
I can feel these people’s pain…they are my people.
Thinking about the people of Stow, MA during this difficult time. @wbznewsradio pic.twitter.com/GitjzgoxHQ
— Matt Shearer (@MattWBZ) September 12, 2022
I knew you would get this.