You know how little kids tie a towel around their neck to fashion a magic cape and become superheroes? Well secretly, in my mind's eye, I am a super hero, too, with a bright, tomato-red cape and an undercover badge that announces in bold, embossed silver: URBAN WOMAN.
If only in my imagination . . . I am fearless as I set out each morning to right the wrongs committed by selfish, arrogant city dwellers.
My lunch hour always takes me outside the high schools. So much to do there! Thanks to my strength training, body building, and karate practice (in my mind's eye), this URBAN WOMAN Grandma is ready for what has become a daily chore. I grab two bullies by the scruffs of their necks and make them apologize to the teens they are harassing. Then I move on to the litterers. Showing them my badge, I demand that they pick up the candy bar wrappers that they've simply tossed to the ground. And what about those Coke cans left on the steps? PICK THEM UP, PEOPLE, and put them in the trash bins where they belong. Perhaps the next time I come around I'll have less to do? If only . . .
Recently I was in the Arctic with a tour group that consisted of travellers from all over the world. Chatting with one of the women, she told me that she had read my 'diaper bag' idea a long time ago and it was the best travel tip she had ever received. I had forgotten about that bit of advice written so long ago; however, it was a very useful tip, so I've decided to resurrect it in this blog post. It goes like this: