The unpleasant odor of propane greeted me when I got up this morning. I put on a coat and cap (over my pajamas and robe) and checked the propane tank. Yes, it is empty. Gratefully, “Mr. Red” and several other residents were enjoying coffee in the Clubhouse, in front of the fireplace. I was welcomed with a breakfast taco and Starbucks Christmas blend coffee. Later, one resident took a smaller tank to my yard and hooked it up. Earlier (much earlier), I retrieved an extra space heater from storage and anticipated two space heaters—and extra warm clothing—would see me through the holiday weekend. ~~ I’m so thankful for my RV Park family. The owner is “a saint” and the residents are angels.