
On a sultry New York summer day, the streets were thronged with people looking for air. What they found tantalized their taste buds, beckoning them to try a taste of everything.
People were relaxed, enjoying a lunch hour or the end of their work day. As they pressed toward a food stand, no one was rude. There were Asians, Jews, Africans, Cubans, Puerto Ricans; tourists from around the world.
It was a better United Nations. Each person was just looking for some good food. No one was trying to control anyone else’s thinking, choices, or tastes.