Most certainly what makes America special is her diverse culture of people, her landmarks, and her "mountains majesty".


To be sure, her history couldn't be any more sacred had Moses written it on tablets.


For me it’s the sights, sounds, and smells, but It's also everything I don't see.

I know not where my patriotism flows over into my religious beliefs and vice versa-God and Country--hand in glove.

It is the antithesis and cure to Homesickness. It is baseball, blue jeans, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and the 1970 fastback Mustang. It is barbecue grills, fresh cut grass, and every family gathered to enjoy a home cooked meal. It's a crying little baby on Santa's' lap, a stadium full of football fans in Athens in October, a wild Saturday night with friends and Church on Sunday. It is a grandfather and grandson watching an F16 scream overhead in full afterburner.

It is all those who serve our community and our Nation--the Scouts, the Legionnaires, the VFW, the Vietnam Vets- It’s the Navy's "Aye Aye", The Army's "Hooah", the Marines " Semper Fi" and the Air Forces "Wild Blue Yonder".

It is every John Wayne movie ever made, its Red Skelton reciting the Pledge of Allegiance, and is life as illustrated by Norman Rockwell and sung by Ray Charles.

It is... our nations Flag draped over a casket.


It is the greatest place on this Earth, Disney world notwithstanding.

I hold these truths to be self evident, manifested in my bone marrow and in my American hometown, Macon.