First day of my kid’s summer. First day of being a FT Mr Mom.
It happens! I reflect on Summer 75 when I was looking forward to resettling in Central Pennsylvania.
America, Land of the Free. Back then, I was sure the nation was still in a state of shock, and perhaps was relieved that
I wish I could hang on to that first-love moment for this country.
Everything at the time smelled strange and was hard to categorize: from the Pennsylvania meadow to Fall foliage, and onto snow flakes and snow frosts,
the perpetuating soft rock music on the radio. American should learn to love its land and ideals all over again.
From the kindness of strangers for a foreign student potluck dinner to a coffee refill at the Corner Room.
How about just a “hello”, because we are all here today, gone tomorrow: American or…
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