Back in The Big City. Wedding business this time.

Dog sitting with Callie while our daughter, Laura, is off to a wedding in Tampa. She has a nice group of close friends. One of them is Indian. Indian with a caste mark, not Indian with a tomahawk. Really nice kid. She is the one who is getting married.

My Mother's Mother was 100% Pennsylvania coal miner German. Heinies. My Father's family Presbyterian Irish but diluted from many generations in America. If Catholic Irish are Black Micks, are Protestant Irish Orange Micks? My wife's Father was Danish - live in Denmark Danish - and her Mother just plain Alabamian. That makes our children Danish Alabamian Heinie Micks.

There are two girls flying down to the wedding with Laura. One is Asian-American. Taiwanese. Her grandparents still live there. The other is several generations removed from Caribbean Afro-American. Both are really nice kids.

The point of the story is an anecdote on race relations in our U.S. of A. in 2008. Four best friends meeting in Tampa. One Indian, one Asian-American, one Afro-American, one Danish Alabamian Heinie Mick. You ought to be able to pick out the racial minorities in this photo from a ras garba dinner.