The entire nation stopped to watch.
I love my country, and all that it affords me — freedom to speak my mind, pursuit of success and happiness, the ability to worship as I choose, an expectation of representation in government and the chance to participate in selection of those representatives.
In this age of #metoo (that's hashtag me too for readers of my generation), it feels a little wrong, maybe even a little dangerous, to write a column about men.
I know some families go around the table when they sit down for Thanksgiving dinner, asking each person what they are thankful for — no pressure. Just say you're thankful for family.