I recently returned from Clarksdale, Mississippi, the “home of the blues”. When I drove into the town (population 20,000 is what they claim, but I question it), I felt like I had entered a time warp. It would appear at first glance that everyone here is impoverished (I somehow feel bad writing the word “poor”), that this town just came to a grinding halt sometime in the 50’s and never progressed. There are no visible new businesses, no civic improvements, no progress at first glance. Or second. But upon deeper investigation, I started to feel like I was looking for the wrong thing. Everywhere I turned, people were happy. Chivalry is not dead, it’s alive and thriving in Clarksdale. People know each other, they like each other, they help each other. People move slowly, but it’s because they stop and talk to everyone else on the way to where they’re going. Everyone is important, and treated with respect. Children and the elderly are universally loved, and everyone seems to have a wonderful secret. And maybe they do!