A giant THANK YOU to the very kind woman who surprised us by paying for our vegetarian lunch on Sunday August 28th. You made for a very happy morning! —xo From the family of three at the table near thee!

And I will until my last breath. The biggest mistake I ever made was walking away from you that day. I'm working on things, an I'm sure the right path will present itself. I wish we could take every path, but I just think about the one that has to do with you. —A Czech

A huge thank you to the kind gentleman at the transmission company on Windmill who not only diagnosed my dead alternator and lent me a power source, he also drove my wonky van to the dealer while I followed in his vehicle. Exceptional service. Exceptional kindness. Gotta love the maritimes. —Damsel in distress

This town is not very bike friendly, but you are! Thank you for reassuring me that I wasn't doing anything wrong at the light that wouldn't change, and for letting me “piggy back” next to your car through the intersection. Many blessings to you! —Cyclist

After some confused messages and a rough start, I finally set out for the live streaming at Grand Parade. Donning my messenger bag of beer and a few 'smokes,' me and my company walked around a city filled with people going to-and-from the show, or bars in which every one of had the concert on. We made our way to the center of the crowd, trying to keep close to mainly adults as I sometimes forget kids are at rock concerts too, and don't like smoking around them. But very quickly it didn't matter—a few drinks in and I was swayin’ with the crowd, a sort of hippie-ish fumble as I couldn't dance my way out of a hat. It was truly a scene. The feeling of peace and a mutual adoration for the music. A sense of pride, for this is “Canada's Band,” and almost everyone has a Hip song that commands a “Shut up! I love this song!” or a “Turn that up!” The performance was awesome, the crowd, a sort of comforting sea of kindred souls, and roaming the streets almost traffic free was a perfect end to the evening. Nice job Halifax and CBC. And thank you to the Tragically Hip, for so many great songs. —New2Halifax

On Thursday afternoon at the public library, I overheard you speaking with security about being being called a "faggot," stating your rights and trying to explain how this was a hate crime. I wanted so badly to step in, stand with you and somehow express to you how deeply saddened I was to hear that had happened to you. I'm unsure if security was helpful to you, but I wanted you to know I respect how calmly and patiently you explained the situation. I'm still kicking myself, wishing I knew how to be a more helpful ally. I hope you see this and know you are incredible and you are loved. I am sorry for not doing more. —A sad and angry friend

You were a guy wearing a 49ers T-shirt and a SF Giants hat walking out of the NSLC on Agricola. I couldn't bring myself to bear hug you immediately but I wanted to. I told my wife about you immediately. I can't stop thinking about you. —Also a 49ers and SF Giants

I was walking my dogs in Dartmouth on Saturday afternoon. You were getting pictures done after having just gotten married and you wandered over to pat the dogs. I said "Not right now" - one dog was pulling at a scent and the other was pulling away from the crowd of strangers we didn't expect to meet. It wasn't great timing, but there was no need to be as abrupt as I was (to anyone, let alone a friendly bride on her wedding day). Many apologies for being rude and many congratulations to you both. —Clearly not the best man

I sat in my cozy Halifax home, and read loves about missing the city I had ceased to appreciate. Now that I've spent some long months on the other coast I'm here to contribute. Halifax—I'm sorry I stopped considering you and your potential every morning when I woke up, and that I thought your cafes were trying to hard or not trying hard enough. I'm sorry I cursed your rainy season and didn't just go out and buy a better rain jacket, and that I spent more time planning going away than appreciating where I was. More than anything, I can't wait to roll around in your Common, eat ice cream on stoops, recognize faces on the street, smell your harbor and find shows down alleyways. You were always more than enough for me. I'll treat you better this time. —Halionian

To the bagel man on Quinpool: you are a local legend! Your constant excitement over bagels makes our days brighter. You inspire us to love our jobs as much as you love bagels. —Locals