It seems that in all things on earth, variety is sought and sometimes even obsessed over…color breeds of horses, shades of blue for roses, no true blue yet, wild day-lilies, butterflies, hens eggs, potatos, but whoa there, not in people? Humans? That’s where some folks’ desire for difference slides to an abrupt halt in a cloud of dust.

You can’t speak MY language? What’s the matter with YOU? So what if I’m the visitor; you should be able to speak my language…how inconsiderate of you.

I live for the day when everyone is judged to be a good or bad neighbor based on their actions, not their parentage or favorite food…when one can smile freely at a stranger and not be taken as weird, on the make, or otherwise a danger.
n.kateus www.mydayjob.net