I read the following in the Palauan newspaper:

An out islander comes to Palau for the first time in his life. His grandson takes him to a baseball game, something he has never seen before. As the game progresses the grandson explains the rules to the old man. He really starts to enjoy himself and loves to yell encouragement to the runners. When one of the batters drops his bat and starts to walk to first base the old man shouts at him to run. The grandson explains that the man is walking because he has had four balls. At that point the old man shouts, "Walk proudly, son, walk proudly!"

Another old man coming in from the remote area story:

The old farmer had been working his farm in the remote corner of Maine all his life. He'd always been a subsistance farmer, making or growing all his food, clothing, and tools. Finally he comes into the city and wanders into a supermarket.

The first thing he sees is a pile of boxes labled "Pwdered Milk". He sees with great joy that all you have to do is add water. He imagines life without the milk cows. No more rising at dawn to feed, no more milking twice a day, no more mucking out the barn. He wanders on and sees a display of powdered eggs. He imagines no longer keeping hens, no more collecting eggs, no more defending them from predators, no more feeding and repairing the coop. But then he sees the display of baby powder and realizes that the old ways are indeed the best.