I've only left the USA once - for about 8 hours, so I guess one might call me an "American", even though I was born in Paterson N.J., through no choice of my own. (tongue in cheek). I love this country, even NJ! I now live in the state of Rhode Island, which is both one of mind and geographic delineation. I'd love to travel if I had the resourses - maybe some day...
I like a good French fry, if it's not too greasy, with a little ketchup or vinegar. I make a pretty decent slice of French toast too. I despise the term "Freedom Fry" or any other jingoistic idiocy. My own desperate desire for freedom is rooted in the respect that I have for my dead Father and Father-in-law and the deep love that I own for my wife and children, not in some perverse obsession with being superior to anyone, in control of anything beyond my own sphere of family and small community. I hope, wish and work for peace in the whole world in my tiny, possibly pitiful and insignificant way. This is all I can do just now. Those men, my fathers, both suffered severe mental and physical damage in WWII. This doesn’t make them heroes, but the liberation that they helped enable was and is a good thing. This may differ from my country’s current international involvement. This is not the place for that discussion.
Every person that I know is not like me. Each of them is not like any other. I work with people from many parts of the world, and they all lust for kindness, comfort, joy, sanctuary and real love, whether they overtly reveal this to me or not. I am the same.
