Finally finished my jar of turmeric purchased at Kalustyan's in my former New York life. Still clearly remember the day I bought it on my lunch break from work. It was sunny and gorgeous out and I stayed too long at Kalustyan's (when does anyone get out of there quickly?) and had to hurry back to the office, rushing through Madison Square Park back to lower Fifth. In fact, some of my earliest NYC memories are from Curry Hill, when I was in grade school and my dad and I would visit NYC and go to a delicious kosher vegetarian Indian restaurant somewhere there on Lexington. (Madras Mahal, maybe?) What would America be without its many Indian communities? In fact, what would America be without its stunning array of diverse and immigrant communities in general? Especially because of where I live now, I see how diversity truly is what makes America great. Resist turning diversity into a bad word. Resist the narrowing of the horizon. Resist the scapegoating. Resist the hatred. Revel in the myriad countries and people represented in every corner of the land. Gloat in it. It's the most special and wonderful thing about America. And you're so SO lucky to have it.