This afternoon, I had my first introductory meeting with some Bhutanese refugees, new arrivals, who are interested in participating in New Farms for New Americans. They are smiley, serious and excited people who are not afraid to use their English and who laughed at all my jokes. I gave a ride home to a couple people, and this old dude saw my good luck mandala hanging from my dash and said, "You good Budh famly?" "Yes!" "Ah!" How did I get so lucky as to have this job?
