If Tomorrow All the Things Were Gone

I'd worked for all my life. And I had to start again, with just my freedom and my life...

Well I'd thank my lucky stars, to be living here today, where the flag still stands for Freedom, and they can't take that away...

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* I'll say this, I really do love the view here. Yesterday, Old Glory was blowing straight from the south, in the morning after it rained. Smelled like a spring day, warmer and just that balmy breeze in the face. Today, colder. We're past peak color, with the leaves down, but I like when you can see the ridge across the street more after the leaves have cleared. Took me a few years here to notice the topography as it's hidden green in the summer and all white in the winter. For an urban intersection near the expressway interchange, it's a pretty place. God bless America, every day. Even when it seems everybody's feudin' because we don't necessarily appreciate what we've got. I dislike that complaining part of American entitlement. heh. see what I did there?** Becoming one of the gang, I am.

** (I complained about the complainers. Dislike having to explain it, but people have incentive to misinterpret jokes/art these days, sadly. Instead of evaluating work for its own worth and value.  That's changing too tho, I think. You can't pit half the country against the other with your fingers on the scales. Let em at it, this Court is sayin. No special help from above, in the governmental sense. Maybe reforming capitalism -- capitalistic practices with fair/enforced rules -- is an easier gameplan really? Trench warfare, in an intellectual sense. Game on, bombings off... a Smarter Game where the Biggest are not necessarily always the Best. Who's in? on that one? Real players only need apply.)