My father's first cousin Peggy (a wonderful person who was a story in herself) married a handsome man of Serbian parentage named Nick Bronzan, who had grown up outside of Fresno. At some point in the 1970s, Nick and Peggy traveled back to the "Old Country"-then Yugoslavia. Nick managed to connect with a great uncle in the Yugoslavian countryside, and they spent a wonderful evening discussing their family and the world. At one point, Nick's great uncle started asking him why there was a "race problem" in America-after all said the old man, "We're all just humans".
Nick and Peggy were die-hard liberals, but Nick tried his best to explain the friction to his great uncle, "What if a Bosnian were to move in next door to you?". With a shocked look, the old Serbian sat upright and spat, then exclaimed, "Bosnians? Bosnians have fleas!!".
My father's first cousin Peggy (a wonderful person who was a story in herself) married a handsome man of Serbian parentage named Nick Bronzan, who had grown up outside of Fresno. At some point in the 1970s, Nick and Peggy traveled back to the "Old Country"-then Yugoslavia. Nick managed to connect with a great uncle in the Yugoslavian countryside, and they spent a wonderful evening discussing their family and the world. At one point, Nick's great uncle started asking him why there was a "race problem" in America-after all said the old man, "We're all just humans".
Nick and Peggy were die-hard liberals, but Nick tried his best to explain the friction to his great uncle, "What if a Bosnian were to move in next door to you?". With a shocked look, the old Serbian sat upright and spat, then exclaimed, "Bosnians? Bosnians have fleas!!".