tall tales

Growing up, my parents used to like to tell me about the lean years early in their marriage. Powdered milk, macaroni and cheese, travel by way of covered wagon - and they did say covered wagon. It was also during this period of time that I had a fondness for our then president, Jimmy Carter and his foreign policies....

One evening at the dinner table...

I took in this tale once again. But this time I tabulated the information in my little noggin as best a little girl could. There were several minutes of silence as I carefully threaded macaroni onto the tines of my fork...careful not to split them. I finally looked at my parents and asked...

Mom, dad...were you refugees?