Lessons in diversity
So my landlord told my father, shortly before I moved in, that a house just down the street from me had "some weird Mormons living in it or something."
To the typical Boston Irish Catholic, Mormons are weird. Please keep that in mind. In fact, to the typical Boston Irish Catholic, anyone who isn't Catholic is weird.
Two or three nights ago, it was so lovely outside that I took a walk down the block. As I passed by this House of Mormon Repute, a car pulled up and parked at the curb. Out stepped an Indian man. In a turban. He smiled and nodded at me. I returned the greeting. A little child (I couldn't tell if this was a boy or girl because he had his hair knotted on the top of his head, as if preparing for a turban and the child was wearing a long white tunic and pants) ran out of the car and grinned at me. A woman in a beautiful shalwar kameez got out and plucked her baby from the backseat. They started up the steps to the house.
I looked up the hill and saw through the window another man in a turban inside the house.
Far be it from me to leap to conclusions, but I believe they're Sikhs.
Now, my landlord is a smart guy, who built a big family business and is well-known in the city for his charity and civic work. I like him a lot.
I guess he just can't tell from Mormons.
To the typical Boston Irish Catholic, Mormons are weird. Please keep that in mind. In fact, to the typical Boston Irish Catholic, anyone who isn't Catholic is weird.
Two or three nights ago, it was so lovely outside that I took a walk down the block. As I passed by this House of Mormon Repute, a car pulled up and parked at the curb. Out stepped an Indian man. In a turban. He smiled and nodded at me. I returned the greeting. A little child (I couldn't tell if this was a boy or girl because he had his hair knotted on the top of his head, as if preparing for a turban and the child was wearing a long white tunic and pants) ran out of the car and grinned at me. A woman in a beautiful shalwar kameez got out and plucked her baby from the backseat. They started up the steps to the house.
I looked up the hill and saw through the window another man in a turban inside the house.
Far be it from me to leap to conclusions, but I believe they're Sikhs.
Now, my landlord is a smart guy, who built a big family business and is well-known in the city for his charity and civic work. I like him a lot.
I guess he just can't tell from Mormons.