Hey folks … another Fourth of July in the books. Many of you probably celebrated like my wife and me; a relaxing afternoon at Shamel Park with sunshine, some junk food and conversation with friends.
But, on the drive home, thoughts went to previous Fourths. It seems but a few years ago we celebrated the bicentennial. How things have moved on! I arrived in the world in 1946, about nine months after my father returned from World War II. Broken after many months in a German POW camp, he nonetheless considered himself relatively lucky. So, this Fourth, I chose to honor the sacrifices of the many that have made our country a great place to live.
We are so incredibly fortunate to have this special place we call America as home. One only has to look at the world around us. I’m confused then at the bifurcated and polarized people I find around me — almost as if we are senselessly plunging toward the caste system our forefathers paid so dearly to put behind us.
So let me amplify the last sentence from David Brooks’ July 4 commentary: Our 237 Fourths of July, “Makes today’s special-interest politics look kind of pathetic.”