Right on Ellen! I grew up in a series of little French/English towns in Quebec, where the English had the bucks and the French did the Grunt work. All my friends (it seems) called them "Frogs" or "Pepsis". I used that term once, and both my parents sat me down (I guess I was 8 or so) and talked to me about racism. They probably used simple words, but I think I got the message.

One thing I really thank them for was "discussing" religion with me rather than 'preaching', and making it OK to not go to Church. They said that when I got old enough to think for myself, I'd go (or not go) for the right reasons. I remember my Dad saying. God is a mystery, don't ever let another human tell you that THEY have the answer.

Boy did they put up with a lot from me....but they toughed it out. I think my Mom would have loved me to focus more on Art Tatum or Artur Rubenstein than Woody Guthrie though!

Cheers

Rick