When I was a teenager, a woman named Mary-Lynn Ascough ran our church’s youth group. One day during a lull between Bible lessons, Mr. Ascough told us the story of how a foreign gentleman had attempted to purchase Mary-Lynn from him… with camels.
Apparently they had been walking down the street together when they were approached by a bearded fellow in a crimson turban and white kurta. The man was struck by Mary-Lynn and began haggling with Mr. Ascough to purchase her from him. Read the rest of this entry »