I was sitting here doing some reminiscing, and thought of an incident that happened many years ago when I was living in Klamath Falls, Oregon. I was working for an office supply company, and every two weeks I would take a trip to Tulelake, California, and a few town in Oregon that were not too far away selling supplies and typewriters.
I had made the rounds, and was on my last stop in Tulelake, at a horseradish company, actually the Tulelake Horseradish Company, why so memorable, I had to put on a gasmask type thing upon entering the building.
Next door to them was a large wine store, with a great selection, and many really nice California wines. This was the last such store prior to entering Oregon. I went in and bought a bottle of Caymus Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon, which was my wife's favorite and headed for home.
I was heading back to Klamath Falls, and had just entered Oregon, going through the Snoqualmie Pass when I came upon an elderly Indian woman walking alongside the road. I was in no hurry, so I stopped and asked her if she wanted a ride to the next town, she nodded suspiciously, looked all around the car, and slowly got in.
She was very quiet. I talked about the weather, the car, the Klamath Tribe getting all that money for selling some land and mineral rights, Klamath Falls, the reservation, Pete's grocery where many of them shopped, all that I got from her were occasional grunts.
I reached down and picked up the bottle of wine and said to her, "I got this for my wife."
To which she replied, "Good Trade."