We've had 2 opportunities in the last week to be stand-up people.

Last week at Costco I found someone's smartphone in a basket in the parking lot. I figured out how to work the phone but couldn't find the emergency #. So I called the entry called "Mom," and Mom called the daughter who came to the store and picked it up. She had no idea where she'd left it and was pretty upset about it. She was very relieved and thankful that we "did the right thing." Like we'd do the wrong thing...former Scouts that we are.

That felt great. We were happy to help and more so for the satisfactory ending.

Today a couple miles into our easy tandem toot we were passed by an older, classic motorcycle. A mile further down the country road we see a dead buck in the middle of it, the motorcycle in the grass on the side, and the rider limping up a nearby driveway. No one answered at the house so I called 911 & his wife. He was skinned up bad, lots of blood but nothing apparently broken, and he was alert. His helmet did its job. Chris and a neighbor moved the carcass off the road, and pushed the cycle one house over. (It's probably toast.) We stayed around until the paramedics came, then went back to the road to find the wife. As she parked a fire truck and 2 CHPs arrived. We gave our report to the officers, got on our bike, and rode about 30 more miles.

So that felt great, too, being first responders and helping this poor guy. Although I feel bad that his bike was broken, and that fat young 2-point buck (still in velvet) died, too. At least the rider will live to ride another day.

I wonder what's next?