Tappan Resident Has A New York Moment

Yesterday, my wife Jean and I took our daughter, son-in-law, and three grandkids to see The Lion King.  Now, this type of stage production isn't my favorite, but I figured I'd be happy seeing the looks on the kids' faces.  After a harrowing trip into mid-town, parking, and walking through Times Square, I was already frazzled.  When we were ready to go in, I reached for the tickets, and found that four had vanished.  Retracing my steps to the garage, I tipped an attendant a tenspot to look in my car, which was parked somewhere in the bowels of the garage.  What would we do with three tickets?  Which of my grandkids would be disappointed?  As I stood there, my phone rang.  It was my daughter, who called to say that someone had picked up the tickets, worth almost $700, and had turned them in to the box office, without leaving a name or number so that I could thank them.  The day was saved by an unknown good samaratan, and my faith in human kindness was given a tremendous boost.