I remember a story that my dad told me.
He was in the army, and he was down south,
somewhere, and it was during the time when
America was ah, segregated, 'n black people
had to drink at different water fountains,
'n go to different bathrooms, and so on..
and ride in different places on the bus; And
my father went into a diner, and being a New
York--where they didn't have the segregation--he
didn't really think anything of sitting down
next to some African-American people to have
his lunch, and so the proprietor, said to
my father, 'Hey, ya know, Son, we've got some
seats over here--in the the white section,
and my father looked up and said, 'I'm fine
where I am.'
That's a story that I'm proud of about my
father and about my family.
