Mike Rowe

So I was walking around the streets of San Francisco this morning, enjoying a cup of organically roasted, free-trade coffee from an independent, minority-owned establishment run by some immigrants whose legal status is completely irrelevant, when an elderly woman asked me out of the blue how Phil Robertson was holding up with all the drama around Duck Dynasty. “Pretty good,” I said. “Looks like he’s got his job back.” “Oh, that’s nice,” she said. “Please tell him I said hello.” Like my grandmother, this woman was under the impression that everyone on her television lived together on a private island. Read More