Living in L.A. county, which is more than 50% hispanic, and then add on to that all the other groups--armenian, russian, vietnamese, filipino, ukranian, asian, african american, etc.--to be considered.

Count 74% of the student population here hispanic, a sign of times to come, then this OWL (old white lady) has the daily experience of being one of a minority population (around 9%).

Exotic dining isn't at all unusual. What would be unusual for me would be beefsteak and potatoes. I am at home everywhere, a stranger in a strange land. (Thanks, Kramer, for reminding me of that Heinlein title, itself a quotation.)

My coworkers, my employees, tease me, saying that I can't retire because there's no one to replace me as the token minority. I ask them, if all men are brothers, then who's an outsider?