Winter, 1969. New York City A blizzard’s eerie silence overshadowed the distant honking and revving engines from the usual Saturday night car races. I remember my dad‘s contagious laugh echoing through our apartment hallway after
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Why Patriotism Is A Love/Hate Relationship
I used to think that patriotism meant flag-waving, tears-streaming while singing The National Anthem, undying devotion to our country. And it is all those things. But there’s an element of sadness that makes patriotism a love/hate relationship.
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