Multiculturalism.

My friend John Shirley told me that he had sent me a little package. I found it in the mailbox this weekend, just before we got our winter blast.

As I got into my POV to drive home on Sunday night after a hard shift of working major accidents and slipping and falling on the ice, I realized that my car was not just cold, it was frickin' frigid. I put on the genuine, fresh-from-Kabul headwrap to cover my ears, and then plopped on my brand-new, just-arrived-from Afghanistan brown wool hat, to keep my head warm. It was pretty damned comfy, so I left it on the whole trip home. I grinned at the odd looks folks gave me as I passed them on the highway.

When I got home, I had to take a quick picture. So here you go.