THE BLOODSTREAM OF AMERICA
I was standing in my back yard this morning in the cold, crisp, dry air, and I could hear the steady droning sound of the interstate being magnified just a mile across the woods from my house. I knew I was hearing the mixture of many internal combustion engines and tires, but to me, it was as though I had my ear pressed against an artery to the heart of America. I thought to myself, in this interstate droning I’m hearing the bloodstream of America; a torrent of energy rushing out to the flesh, bone, and brain of our nation. For better or worse it is the result of the heartbeat of generations of Americans, and I love it. I can’t wait to see it revitalized with the spirit, courage, and fire of a new leader and the amazing strength, energy and faith of the American people.