One summer day after graduating high school I went to visit Mr. Brown. I can’t remember who else was there but I’m certain others were present. We were sitting on the floor at his house in Media, talking about life, the universe and his plans to visit a witch later that day. At the end of my visit, he rolled up an old Persian rug we were sitting on and without saying a word, he handed it to me as a gift. Somehow he was aware of a need I had never verbalized, nor had I even realized at the time. I sat on Mr. Brown’s rug many times in many bedrooms; West Philly during college, North Philly during medical school, Upstate New York during residency training and during my time as a physician in the Indian Health Service on the Navajo reservation. I can’t remember when and how I finally parted with Mr. Brown’s rug. I just hope I gave it to someone who needed the rug as much as I did in 1971. Walk in Beauty Hosteen Brown