Yesterday I had an experience I’d like to share. I took my car in for some work, and needed to wait. In the waiting room, after a brief time, I came to share a couple of hours with a self-described Wiccan who was a youngish woman who claimed native ancestry, and a man of a similar age, but of Mexican descent who had some issues speaking English comfortably. And myself, white as white, early sixties, southerner. And we shared what was among the most pleasant and enjoyable couple of hours that I’ve known in years.

If only this wasn’t so notable and extraordinary. And in the world you describe, perhaps it won’t be.