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Mamapolo2016 · F
Because it is a way to know something about something I know nothing about. And a way to find out something about the person I don’t know.
I am reminded of the time after my divorce when I just drove around the US, solo, for nearly a year.
Along the way, I spent time in South Dakota and ended up at the Crazy Horse monument, unfinished, but WAY bigger than Mount Rushmore.
I stopped at a table where two men, uncle and nephew, were selling books.
I stopped. I asked. They answered. The uncle was a Sun dancer, a professor and an author. The nephew was both a rodeo bull rider and a professional golfer.
It opened my eyes to culture straddling and “blending.”
The encounter made it easier to understand how people survive in dual cultures.
I am reminded of the time after my divorce when I just drove around the US, solo, for nearly a year.
Along the way, I spent time in South Dakota and ended up at the Crazy Horse monument, unfinished, but WAY bigger than Mount Rushmore.
I stopped at a table where two men, uncle and nephew, were selling books.
I stopped. I asked. They answered. The uncle was a Sun dancer, a professor and an author. The nephew was both a rodeo bull rider and a professional golfer.
It opened my eyes to culture straddling and “blending.”
The encounter made it easier to understand how people survive in dual cultures.
