Some years ago my sales beat included Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, the home of the Amish folks who lived a simple life. They did not drive automobiles and I will never forget the first time I came up over a hill and found a black buggy with its orange triangle staring me in the face. It makes you slow down and give the horse the right of way. For a city boy it was a new experience to smell the aroma of fresh manure wafting in the air. Their communities were close together with colorful names - Bird in Hand was just down the road from Blue Ball. Their language was quaint and similar to the Quakers. There is a story of a Quaker lady riding a big city crowded subway and forced to be a strap hanger standing over two young men busy with their hand held devices. She looked down at them and said "Thee forgets thyself." Amen.
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