Editor:
I live on a quiet little cul-de-sac of 12 homes in Burnaby.
Back in March, we decided to join the 7 p.m. cheering to show our support for the front-line workers - medical, truck drivers, grocery store employees, all of them.
Now, seven months later, consistently at 7 p.m. almost every night of the week, people from eight of the houses still come out and cheer. There is pot banging, bell ringing, clapping, whistling, yelling, singing, barking, and sometimes dancing.
We have three elementary school-aged kids who cheer as they ride up and down the street on scooters and a bike. Two dogs join in and some of the people even give them treats. We have a "Music Man" who spends time each day choosing an excerpt from an uplifting song to play each night.
On Sept. 22, our first night of torrential downpour, I thought the rain might deter people from coming out at 7 p.m. I walked out my front door to hear "Singin' in the Rain" blasting from our "Music Man's" stereo and everyone was out cheering. It was nothing short of magical.
On our little street, the people honouring the front-line workers range in age from eight to 78. Our cul-de-sac has become its own little community. We have drawn together in support of front-liners, but more than that, in support of each other.
Each night when we're done everyone yells out, "See you tomorrow!"
I am proud and grateful to call these remarkable people, not only my neighbours, but my friends.
Ila Appleby, Burnaby
