Diversity is a way of life up hereon an Island off the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Some times it snows — in May– some times it rains, some times the wind gusts to 30 mph, some times the black flyes are so thick u need glasses to keep them out of your eyes, some times s it is so beautiful that every Chamber of Commerce wants to bottle the weather and export it to their community!
But we all, on the Island, accept diversity without much complaining — If you want to be accepted here do not complain — grin and bear it and pretend to be non-diverse — for example — golf on the league last week — 41 degrees — mist then rain, but on we went to loose by one stroke, then we stand around, rain dripping off the end of our nose, to discuss how it would be a lot more fun if it was 20 degrees warmer. Did I suggest we quit golf and go home without a drink — not me — I did not want to be different!!! or did I enjoy shivering in my soaked condition because I am not different???
That is why diversity is an interesting concept — For example, I am sure we all know folks who want to accept (and be around) all kinds of different people — of course that means all kinds of folks except those that do not want to be around different kinds of folks!!
Diversity for Grandpa mostly had to do with the weather — all folks in the small farming community thought the same — or at least they all said they did — that is how they were accepted in the community. On June 6 1903 GrandPa wrote — “Bought calf from A. D. Weaver in forenoon — Plowed after dinner.” Dinner was the noon meal.
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