I spoke to my parents today. They’re all settled in Charleston. Said their days of shoveling snow were over. Mom made it sound like an adventure.
This past Sunday they attended a new church. “There were all types of people,” mom said. “African Americans and Mexican Americans, Regular Americans (of course), even some Korean Americans. The pastor was a little hard to understand, but that’s okay.”
When I told my husband about it, he laughed and said, “Being that I’m Jewish, do I count as a ‘Regular American’?” I didn’t have an answer for this, which kind of bothered me.