Editor:
Every night at 7 p.m., I know thousands of you New Westies get out your pots and pans, and for those who don’t, they clap and cheer.
We are all doing our part in this uncontrollable pandemic and feel we can’t do enough, so this is our way to do what we can. But, there is one person in the Sapperton neighbourhood that goes out every night to play his trumpet to “Oh When the Saints Go Marching In” (over the sirens of the emergency vehicles) for all the hospital workers at the Royal Columbian Hospital.
Thank you Steve for what you are doing for the neighbourhood and the hospital workers. As the lyrics go, how I want to be in that number... but we all know we cannot. However, we can all go out every night at 7 p.m. with anything we find in our pantry (or, in Steve’s case, buried in his basement) and cheer for our saints.
If there’s anything we have learned in this pandemic is that we are all in this together, Steve is going to learn how to play the trumpet better. So, let’s be like Steve.
Amanda Rodham, New Westminster
