I am a patriot; that means I question.
I choose to love this country and its flag, in spite of contradictions.
Happy Independence Day to all Americans!
(I had a whole post drafted about NorCal camping; then I wrote this. Camping next week, I promise.)
I am a patriot. For me, that means that I love America, the USA, in all its tawdry, contradictory splendor.
Physically, and most of all, I love this country’s contours and rivers and mountains and deserts; I love its vastness and its extremes. I love its oceans and waterfalls, palm trees and beaches, snow-covered crags, and shimmering slot canyons.
I’ve loved these places enough to visit them.
Have you?
I love the USA’s cities and its small towns; I love its hamlets best of all.
I love that America is a place where you can invent, and reinvent yourself. Dozens of times if you want to… No one will stop you; nothing will but your own fear.
I’ve done it several times.
Have you?
I love (and hate) that as a nation, we stagger along in the world, the most generous in charity and giving, yet the most destructive in creating the wealth for that giving. I love…
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