Changing Times

I know this country is changing around me. But I don't know it, really, until I travel.

I'm in Louisville, KY.

I flew through Atlanta yesterday. On the flight I sat next to a very nice little girl, probably 10 or 11, and her petite and lovely mother. The mother pulled out a cell phone, and I noticed something glittering on the end of the antenna. It was pink.

I focused a bit and it turned out to be a rhinestone crucifix. Atop her cell phone antenna.

Two trips to the bathroom showed three people reading bibles, one with her 'study guide'.

The music in the Atlanta airport was a screechy, Celine Dion-esque Christian ilk.

I am further from my countrymen than I ever knew.