Mixed Races

Do you know your heritage? I'm a mixed bag. My maiden name is Riley, which I suspect was O'Riley at some point in our history. I should have milky white skin, freckles and some red in my hair. On the other hand, my paternal grandfather was a dead ringer for Uncle Remus from "Song of the South." (A movie with serious racial overtones so Disney put it in the vault.) The maternal side of my family has a lot of southern roots. No one likes to talk about it, especially the Thomas Jefferson family, but there was a lot of intermixing going on.

I have no problem with mixed races. I have a problem with snobby people who think their family came over on the Mayflower and their bloodline is untouched. I'm not buying it.

I have a benign, but annoying, spot that needs to be removed. I was referred to a specialist in laser procedures. Because the laser takes all of the layers off, only some people (think Caucasian) are candidates. My skin is fairly olive and I can get a tan in the drug store parking lot. The doctor asked me about my lineage.

Turns out I'm not a candidate for this procedure.