I remember once when I was driving home from one of my business trips through Northern Arizona, when I saw an elderly Navajo man walking on the side of the road. As the trip was a long and quiet one, I stopped the car and asked the Navajo man if he’d would like a ride. With a word or two of thanks, he got in the car. After resuming the journey and a bit of small talk, the Navajo man noticed a brown bag on the seat next to me. “What’s in the bag?” asked the old man. I looked down at the brown bag and said, “It’s a bottle of wine. Got it for my wife.” The Navajo man was silent for a moment, and then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder said, “Good trade.”
- A Karen went to Bethlehem.
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