Needing a few minutes thinking about something other than Paul Ryan, I’d like to share with you a note I received from a friend. Cast of characters: Valentina is my friend’s young daughter. Louis is my friend’s old friend from college.
Valentina stayed with Louis’ family while we were in Boston. They have a 10 year old, Jenna (who was born just a few days later than Valentina — they’re just the same age). The following exchange between Valentina and Jenna was related to me by Joan (a friend who was driving them) and it highlights the cultural divide that stands between Virginia and Massachusetts children (Joan could not keep a straight face retelling the story).
The car drove past a flock of wild turkeys.
Valentina: “Woah! I’ve never seen anything like that. They’re just hanging around.”
Jenna: “Yeah, they’re everywhere.”
V: “Not back home. We’d just shoot them and eat them.”
J: “You are allowed to do that in Virginia????”
V: “Of course! They’re delicious and they’re food. You can’t shoot them here?”
J: “People don’t. I think it must be forbidden.”
V: “Wow, that’s strange.”
J: “No, it’s not strange. And it’s definitely forbidden. It’s in the Bill of Rights.”