Happy Independence Day, everyone. I wonder what the Founding Fathers would make of their political experiment after 232 years. The notion that a man of color has better-than-even odds of becoming president would probably give them a good jolt. But I like to think that, on the whole, they’d be pleased to know that the country they founded still endures.
I’ve never bought the “city on a hill” metaphor for America. That kind of exceptionalist thinking glosses over our many flaws and shortcomings as a civil society. On the road to creating a more perfect union, we have lost our way plenty of times. But this country has also given me opportunities that I would have probably not enjoyed in many other parts of the world. I’m an American citizen and that means something to me, corny as it sounds.
On an unrelated note, I woke up at 8 this morning. On my day off. And this is becoming a trend. It’s either because of the summer light coming into my bedroom or because I’m getting old.
