Remember When You Turned the Beat Around?

Good people courtesy flush. Good people pick up the unused newspapers that pile up in front of their Collegetown home. Good people leave their wet umbrellas by the lecture hall’s door — relax, no one’s going to steal it. Good people are willing to admit to themselves that tea tastes better than coffee. Good people know their history. And, this week, having spent Thanksgiving walking through New York City with fantastic friends I didn’t know a year ago, I think good people should all take a moment to think about how far they’ve come from who they once were. I’ll explain.