I think one of the things that helped convince my wife when I was courting her that America was OK was when we encountered a self-pay wagon load of kiwi out in California's central valley. I responded to her amazement by asking if the can of money or fruit would be stolen in her home country. She said the whole wagon would be likely be gone in short order. So of course we paid for a big bag of kiwis. To this day simply seeing kiwi brings back pleasant memories and re-affirms our faith in mankind's potential.