Growing up on a farm out in the middle of nowhere in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula in the 1970’s and 80’s provided little access to the world. We were twenty miles from the nearest hospital in one direction and twenty miles from the nearest ‘big town’ of Houghton in the other. At the time we had only 3 TV channels and sometimes 2 radio stations, depending on the weather. I do not even remember having a TV until I was 4 or 5 years old. I vividly remember watching Captain Kangaroo on a brand new black and white 19 inch box that dad had brought home after work one afternoon. He set it up in a corner of our small 10 by 12 living room and as mom was getting dinner ready we watched the good Captain and Mr. Green Jeans. We were small town, small farm, big family, church-every-Sunday people; that was our life.
Here in America you can be small-town or big-city or boonies. You can be farmer or framer, banker or baker. Life can be chaotic or laid-back, free-wheeling or time-stamped. I believe in rugged individualism, work before play, do it well or don’t do it at all, give without gain and help without hurting, freedom in all things as long as it doesn’t prevent someone else from being free. This is the America I grew up in; this is the America that is worth fighting and dying for.
Today…on this July 4th…could we all agree “…that our flag was (is) still there” waving over the land of the free and the home of the brave!