Something happened to Mayberry over the past twenty years -- it's now 60 percent Hispanic. I am a little surprised by the change in culture. All the signs in town are now in Spanish and English. And don't even try going to "the Wal-Mart" on Sunday. Mark lived in Houston for 7 years and he said he has never seen this many Hispanics since he left Texas.

I wish I had taken Spanish in college, instead of French. Yesterday someone called the house and kept talking to me in Spanish. I was trying to explain that they had the wrong number but it did no good. The man just kept talking. Then I remembered the only complete Spanish phrase I know -- No hablo español. The Man paused, then said "apesadumbrad."

I was sure he had just called me a "dumb broad" but when I looked it up I found out he said "sorry."

Here's a great multicultural story for you.

Miss Polly is our 85-year-old neighbor. She decided to get some take out from the Chinese place next to Wal-Mart. While she was there a Mexican woman and her kids were just leaving.

The Mexican woman was parked in a no-parking zone. Well, Miss Polly got her food and left. When she stepped off the curb, she realized that the Mexican woman was backing her car up and there was no way Miss Polly's little old bones could get out of the way.

The last thing Miss Polly remembers was saying "Lord have mercy." Well he must have because the next thing Miss Polly remembers was the Mexican woman (who spoke no English) and the Chinese woman from behind the counter standing over her yelling.

Luckily someone who spoke English called an ambulance and Miss Polly (though bruised and needing a few stitches) is doing fine.

Seriously, you can't make this sh*t up.