That was a popular “establishment” slogan back in the sixties, aimed at those protesting the war in Vietnam. The idea being expressed was, if you didn’t support the war in Southeast Asia (it was a lot more than Vietnam), you should leave America. (We lost that war against Communism but gained a new trading partner.) The notion that if you don’t agree with the current administration’s foreign policy you’re un-American and should leave, was as lame then as it is now. But that’s not my point here.

I’ll be 57 next March. White male. Married. Two Golden Retreivers. Our house is paid off (Barb has a spare in Florida) and we have money in the bank. This country has been “berry, berry good to me.”

And for the the first time in my life, I’m not completely convinced America is the best country in the world. It might be. I hope it is. But I’m no longer positive. I haven’t traveled much so I don’t know much about other countries. But Canada seems like a good country. Sweden, Denmark, Australia, New Zealand. They all seem like pretty nice places. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not thinking about leaving. I like it here. But I’m sad to think we might not be the best country in the world. Maybe we never were, but it was nice to think it was true. I’d like to think so again.