To the Journal editor:
A long time ago, I purchased a plastic six gallon gas can. Through the years we traveled together around the trails of the Upper Peninsula on my four wheeler.
Many times my reliable gas can would give up its golden liquid so that I or a friend of mine could make it home. On Sept. 9, a young man and a young lady walked up my driveway. They had run out of gas. I gave them my gas can, half full with gasoline and half full of trust. My can was not returned.
As for these two young people, I hope you realize that after you poured the gas in your car, you poured my trust in people on the ground.
I do not care about the gasoline. I lost not only my gas can but the trust in the young people of our area. If you happen to drive by my house one day, just toss my can out into my yard. It will survive the impact as it has endured for so long.
I will buy another gas can but it will take a long time to find my trust in people.