"This story reveals the profound refusal to peacefully accept difference"...

While waiting for the washing machine to do its cleansing work, trying to finish the last of the Camels-- this is a real parenthesis: for many years, I smoked nothing but Camel straights, with the single interruption of my decade in the monastic desert (of course, there were the occasional odd breaks, for a day or two, due to lack of funds or an oppressive cold in the head); but out here in the Oregonian wilds the number of retailers still selling non-filtered cigarettes is small compared to that which proudly sells American Spirits, and since their manufacturer also sells a filterless version the price of which is rather less than that of Camels, when they can be found, I converted-- before going off to the library, I persuaded myself to look at the current issue of the Eugene Weekly. This essay about 'Tucson', by a professor of some species at the University of Oregon, reminded me that next time I ought not to yield.