Tonight I stood outside on a warm evening with a glass or three of Bulleit rye. I saw my friends and neighbors celebrating our birthday. Magnificent fireworks; none of them "safe and sane." American flags on hoisted high by my neighbors; all of 'em. Flags properly lit for the nighttime hours. The ruckus, the smoke, the flashes. I was a kid once again. It felt good. Real good.
It was clear to me that despite our problems, there is hope for the nation. My neighbors exhibited that. Tonight's birthday party held more meaning for me than in years past. I think that despite our nation's troubles, that there are still people sharing wholesome core values is heart-warming. There is hope for us. Big fireworks, American flags, good people; and a glass of Bulleit. Life is good. Isn't it?
Happy Birthday America!
It was clear to me that despite our problems, there is hope for the nation. My neighbors exhibited that. Tonight's birthday party held more meaning for me than in years past. I think that despite our nation's troubles, that there are still people sharing wholesome core values is heart-warming. There is hope for us. Big fireworks, American flags, good people; and a glass of Bulleit. Life is good. Isn't it?
Happy Birthday America!