One of my favorite things about America is the vast cultural diversity. This is especially true in Los Angeles where it’s common to see families at the supermarked that don’t speak a word of English or drive through blocks in which every sign is written in a language you don’t even recognize.

Having lived in the Glendale/Burbank area for a few years now, I’ve grown accustomed to the sights and sounds of Armenian weddings. Even though I’ve never attended one, the music that accompanies these celebrations reverberates through the neighborhood is instantly recognizable.

When I woke up this morning, that familiar sound of drums filled the air. As the music got louder and louder, I decided to peek through the window and see a bunch of well-dressed Armenians dancing in the front lawn. Instead, I saw a white stretch humvee.

Ugghhhh….