
Now that I'm living in a big city with a population over 100,000, I have to admit I find it a little uncomfortable going back to the town I grew up in to visit family over the holidays. While I am looking forward to having the chance to eat some of grandma Lu's famous green bean casserole and chatting a little while about the Colts' season with uncle Jeb, there are plenty of things I dread. I am certain that I will hear at least once that Barack Obama is a confirmed Muslim, or maybe that he is ineligible for President because he was born in Kenya. Nor am I looking forward to listening to the argument that the Indianapolis Colts are inherently a more moral team than the Chicago Bears because Indy is a more modest big city and not quite the same vast sea of concrete, Black people, and cultural relativism that Chicago is. And then there will be conservatives in the family who want to keep having the same discussion about things that have been decided years, even decades, ago like welfare programs, evolution, global warming and gender equality. Eh, happy holidays!





