the hippie

In Nebraska, things tend to be pretty much black and white (mostly white) so if you're not a meat-eating, war-supportin', god-fearin' cornhusker, you're a hippie. That's the label I had to accept in Burwell, NE when my brother, his wife & I went out to lunch with my grandmas. I can't recall the name oh the restaurant but they had one veggie sandwich, the hippie. Really, it was a decent sandwich and a nice place to eat (if you don't ask my grandmas) but I hate labels that people just slap on me. I'm not a hippie.