My old friend Uri -- probably the most intelligent man I've ever known -- walked into a bar in Middlefield, Ohio, and sat down next to his Yankee friend, Frank.

Uri lit a cigarette and ordered a glass of beer. He turned to Frank and said, "Well, I guess this will the last of both of these for a while."

"What's the matter, Uri? Are you ill?" asked Frank.

"No," Uri replied. "I'm fine. But they've just elected me Bishop."

(Uri wrote textbooks for the Amish schools, testified in the Amish Schools case, wrote the educational syllabus for the Amish schools in Ohio, wrote a fictionalized autobiography, wrote his true autobiography, etc. etc. Yet he was still delighted when I explained to him that a computer we'd just installed was a toollike a plow, that it just made our work a bit easier. He died shortly after I left Ohio and the world was a sadder place for his passing.)