I live in a small town in the America south, which, let’s face it, has some pretty terrible beliefs still hanging around in it. Yet everyday I ride the bus down here to the university library where I work and along the way I hear snatches of French, Spanish, Korean, Italian and other languages I can’t identify. I remember that not only is the world out there, it comes here too.

It doesn’t change all the terrible *isms out there, but it does make me feel a better to know the rest of world is coming here too.