It may have taken awhile, but I think we have all learned to be more sensitive to the diversity in our culture. We may stumble from time to time, but for the most part we try to embrace our brothers and sisters no matter what their ethnicity, religion, or country of origin.
You start by enjoying the food. I think Canadian bacon was my first foray into another country's cuisine. Then came pizza. Being a White Anglo Saxon Protestant [WASP] meant I was diversity challenged from birth. So there was much for me to learn. But food is a great way to start. Although nobody is doing a cookbook on the art of boiling everything, which is at the heart of my bland, hugless heritage.
Clearly, I still have miles to go. But there is one part about being American that I do get. From ethnic groups to the disabled, protecting the rights of minorites has been at the core of our success as a country.
But once in awhile, I wonder if we don't get a little carried away. You know, just a teensy weensy.
I was at my drive up ATM machine over the weekend. The one you access by driving up in a car. Did I mention that you need a car to use it?
All of a sudden I noticed something I had never noticed before.
I realized that all the buttons you have to push have braille letters stamped on them.
Did I mention this was a drive up ATM?
From the numbers you punch to enter your PIN to the selections you can make during your transaction, which asks you questions you READ on a screen -- all those buttons could be read in braille.
So just in case you can no longer see, but you're still driving your car around town, you can continue to use the drive up ATM machine to withdraw cash, using the convenient braille letters to make your selections.
No doubt a huge help on the way to your job as a major league umpire.