White washed

As if I needed a further indicator that I need to get out of Franklin, today I was at a restaurant and saw a little boy learning his colors from a Ralph Lauren paint chart.

I kid you not.

So, ever bedazzled with the Franklinites and their customs, I relayed the story to some folks. These responses cracked me up:

From my brother: " Well, if he stays in Franklin, it's doubtful he'll need to know any color besides ' Caucasian ' ".

From Mason Waters: "Yes. I agree. Even the coffee at Starbucks is diluted down to the nice shade of Florida Panhandle tan."

I think you know what we're getting at here.