Difference

DIFFERENCE A friend once said that difference is a problem when used as a weapon, perhaps something good when sought as an adventure. He started the interview by clearing the air, told the corporate panel at the mahogany table that he was an African, Jewish, Republican cross-dresser from southern Mississippi, both the son and the daughter of an Islamic Russian from east of the Urals and an Ethiopian Christian of half-Chinese descent who was partially handicapped and wanted by Interpol for clandestinely supporting Cuban revolutionaries and Aryan supremacists by transporting drugs for an Afghan cartel whose amoral leader, the half-Indian brother of his beautiful mother was a Colombian priest who had broken his vows He shuffled his feet and prepared to get up but the wiry-haired man at the head of the table held up his hand, looked over his glasses like an exasperated teacher about to show faith in a mercurial student “Get over it!” He said “You start work on Monday! You’ll be the company entertainment for the next thirty years!”