The kindness of strangers

I met the Arrowhead Man at the Chiefs' game on Sunday.  To me, he represents the archetypal friendly, jovial American, always ready to share a joke, and willing to share his food.  He had prepared his special smoked ham in special spices overnight and drove all the way from Alabama to Kansas to watch the Chiefs win.  It had been a dry time for the Chiefs, he confided, but the win over the reigning champion Pittsburgh Steelers he believed will revitalise their fortune.  He holds a season ticket which entitles him to 8 home games and a number of pre games.  He parks his truck at the same spot each time, and he has built around him what amounts to an extended family.  Being a city dweller where looking at someone in an elevator is a faux pas, this kind of warm and friendly welcome is a very pleasant experience indeed.