“Ma’am. Is it true Missouri girls are crazy?” I had just grabbed a bite while my flight was delayed. I looked down at my eight and a half months pregnant belly while I swallowed and then glanced back up to see the National Guardsman who had directed this question at me. A fresh scar ran from the side of his mouth across his left cheek.
“I don’t know,” I laughed it off.
“Well, are you crazy?” His southern drawl slowed the question while his buddies flirted with the women behind the fast food counter, trying to talk them into a lower priced hot dog.
Imagine your bedroom. What is in the closet? The drawers? What is truly important to you? What could you do just as well without?
In honor of the upcoming holiday, I want to offer a bit of a reflection on what it means to be an American.
Last month, billionaire Genshiro Kawamoto, a Japanese real estate mogul and billionaire, 