We have two adult daughters.  Both are married with children of their own.  One of them lives overseas in Italy.  (Don't ask.  It's a long story – but it gives us a great place to visit).  The other lives ten minutes away in the same upper-middle-class suburban town as my wife and me, in the eastern part of the country.  One of our local daughter's neighbors is a broadcaster for a sports radio talk show.  He and his wife are perfectly nice, normal people.  Their young daughter plays with our daughter's six-year-old several times a week.  They are remarkably unremarkable, regular in every sense. A few days ago, he made an on-air a quip in which he mimicked the stereotypical speaking style of a foreign ethnic group.  It was a joke, the kind of thing every one of us has done a thousand times, in reference to any one of a dozen or two well known ethnic and national...(Read Full Article)