“I’ll be Mary and you be Rhoda”
So what is the criteria for being a real American?
Some TV personalities refer to themselves as “real Americans”. What is a real American? I was born on a military base and lived the first four years of my life in Germany and many subsequent years in England. I was in the sixth grade when we moved to America, I felt like I was exploring a world I had only known from television. I’m guessing most of the world has a warped view of what America is, including many Americans.
Visiting New York City is considered by some as the ultimate American experience. I was afraid of New York City until I went there with a New Yorker. The driver who took us from La Guardia to our hotel in Manhattan negotiated the New York traffic at breakneck speed. It rivaled any ride I had ever been on at any amusement park. I shook his hand and thanked him for delivering us alive. He laughed. Thank God America has New York.
Friends from Philadelphia have a way of making you feel like if you aren’t from Philadelphia you aren’t really a true American. They have an infectious passion for life and love and the party. What fun, fun people Philly people are. thank God America has them.
In Wisconsin you’ll find beauty, cheese, farmers and milk. The people are tall in Wisconsin. I felt very short the whole time I was there. They love their football teams. You can find an entire town at a Friday night game. Many are descendants of Sweden, Norway and Germany. They love snowmobiles, ice fishing, potato pancakes and Brandy. Makes you proud to be an American.
We flew in to Seattle as tourists experiencing our own country, rented a car and drove to Monterey along the Oregon coast. This is an American experience I highly recommend; wild whales, the greatest coffee on earth, gigantic flowers, heavenly seascapes, and very distant people. The whole time I was on that coast no one got my jokes, the Pacific Northwest is full of serious people, but, thank God America has them.
While living in the Ozarks, I met people that didn’t like going into the next county because it was full of foreigners. A co-worker used to bring in the best beans and corn bread on the planet, everyone brought in eggs to share, and they added syllables to words. They build houses where there is no land, on the sides of cliffs. I miss them and thank God America has them.
We took a trip to the Grand Canyon on a whim. The Grand Canyon is otherworldly. What can describe America better than the Grand Canyon and it’s American Indians, Mexican Americans, Ranchers, Artists, and Sedona. One of the most fulfilling whims I ever had. Americas Grand Canyon is a must see.
So, how can any one person state representation of “real Americans”. Diversity is America. Thank God.
