Each one of us is a character who contributes to York’s narrative. Maybe it’s the retiree who sweeps his stoop, the mail carrier who prims your potted plants or the man who plows the snowy street each winter.
We pass them by, often unnoticed, missing out on York’s most important stories of all.
How would we connect if we knew the things that defined our neighbors? We could rally around each other. We could find hope. We could fuel new ideas and realize that York is about every single one of us, rolling up our sleeves, taking ownership and being proud of the place we call home.
These are our stories. This is our York.