Cross posted on my blog, Todo Bien. This may create contraversy here.
When my parents were my age, my father went to Woodstock and hitchhiked all around the country living in communes and my mother was in the Peace Corp in the Dominican Republic living in a tin roofed shack with no indoor plumbing. I went to a school where you called your teachers by their first name. When I told a kid their that I didn't shop at the Weavers Way Co-Op, I would have gotten a better response if I had farted in his face. I've heard "Touch of Gray" by the Grateful Dead more times than you could imagine. Needless to say, I grew up liberal. Naturally, being a liberal, I was tolerant of other people. Or was I?
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