I sat down on July 4th to write my final reflection about the 250th anniversary of America’s independence, but I hit a wall…the sort of writer’s block that is typically very foreign to me. I chatted with ChatGPT about it…utter rubbish. I so wanted to offer a positive message that was not shallow or trite…and I could not come up with anything.
I’m going to try again here, writing rather contemporaneously, and rather than try to keep it positive, I’m going to keep it honest, because it is the truth that shall set us free, not rose-colored glasses fraught with sentimentality that hides the reality that is visible to everyone who seeks it.
My previous essays on my love for America were quite genuine: I love this country and love the American experiment. I also love our great potential to rise above division and to work together to accomplish great things, which I will return to below.
A great solo travel tip spotted this week on Live and Let's Fly.
