I’m working this week–including tomorrow, which is one of my favorite holidays. Lest you feel sorry for me, don’t. Writing “McKettrick’s Heart” is such a pleasure, I can barely tear myself away.
Meanwhile, pop those firecrackers. Eat that watermelon.
We are an independent people, however imperfect, and we have a great deal to celebrate.
Freedom.
One nation, under God.
What a concept.
And just because we haven’t gotten it exactly right yet–should we worry?
NO. Freedom is a process. We are the better for our every effort to move in the right direction.
Let others say what they will. Many good people have died to preserve that privilege. America–I say it’s beautiful.
(And lighten up on the Dixie Chicks a little, folks. They’re young, they’re sometimes stupid, like the rest of us. They’re also unbelievably talented. This is the land of second chances, after all.)