Recently I was reading a blog I keep up on written by a youngish fellow (in his 60's) in Sheffield in the U.K. (England, actually).
He had a post about Lebanon, Kansas, which he identified as the geographical center of the contiguous United States.
I commented to him that if he had gone to the geographical center of North America he would have been around Rugby, North Dakota, which is about 120 miles straight east of the town where I grew up.
Today I was surprised to find that he had done a post on my home town, Stanley.
He learned and related that the town, with a population of something over 2,500 people, is a tad less than 99 percent white.
Well, I do remember that there was only one African-American man living there when I was a kid and the population was only around 11 hundred.
There were some Native Americans but I don't remember if any of them lived in Stanley.
I do remember, thinking back, that it was a pretty-much Opie-like existence (as in the old Andy Griffith television show).
All of which brings me to an email conversation I had the other day with another blogger friend in the Seattle, Washington area.
She (Margaret) was saying that the mountain passes in her state were getting hammered with a blizzard, meaning lots of snow.
Which brings me to a conversation I had this morning with a cousin in North Dakota (only about 60 miles from my home town).
She said they were expecting a blizzard to hit at any time and the forecast was for up to 30 INCHES OF SNOW!
Now that's white!
And may I remind everyone that this is nearly mid-April?
I told her I was very happy that I now live in Arizona.
This is about the only white I relate to these days.
