Can an American look upon anything so moving? When I see the American flag, I am moved deeply; whether to tears of pride, or to a sense of belonging because it flies over my home. I am lucky enough to say, America is my home. My country, as much as it belongs to any of us. It is our common treasure. And yet, I feel separated from it somehow. I know, I’m not the only one. But, it’s hard to explain how that feels. Emptiness maybe. It’s hard to explain why I feel that sense of separation. God knows there are enough reasons to go around. My wife says its because I’m getting old, and while it’s true that I’m getting old, it somehow doesn’t feel like a complete answer. So, I did what you either love me or hate me for. I started asking questions. See, most folks…
Reuniting Under Our Flag, a new chapter in the story of the American people
