When someone in this nabe does something that's not totally fucking stupid, we here at FiPS like to give them a nice pat on the behind for the effort. Sometimes though, good deeds are done by men and women of mystery. One of our readers, who goes by the handle "notballerorbreeder," recently sent us some praise for a Saint-like character who has yet to be identified:
Among the myriads of churches that dot Park Slope, empty of hipsters and blonde-haired breeders who prefer to worship their funky hats and/or children, there exists a true example of religious feeling in action, and I would like to dub this invisible bringer-of-the-light The Saint of 8th Avenue. That’s right, B’s & B’s, there’s a keeper of the flame: someone who maintains an open, lined garbage can for public use, just inside their gate.