My Dear United States of America,
Sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been meaning to, ever since I was at your birthday party this summer. It was wonderful, looking from the 10th floor of a building out over DC, watching the fireworks, bombs bursting in air, etc. Inspiring, no?
One of the things I love most about the District is that you cannot throw a rock without hitting a memorial or a monument. So much granite so much marble---from certain angles it looks as though the entire city is made with the stuff. I know that's deliberate: you want to look substantial, but there's a nice irony in going all Greek and Roman when you actually got the idea of democracy down better than they did.
I've been reading your biography lately. My God, you were something in your youth... the Brits had no idea what they were creating and no concept of what they were fighting in the end. Some people say it was close, I say they never had a chance.
I'm not sure what you think about the present, but when I think about the past, I can't help wondering what the revolution would have been like if social media had been around ("@therealPatrickHenry: #Liberty /death WTF?" or the Declaration of Independence with emoticons).
But I digress. We've been together for a long time, you and I. I have suffered through 16 presidential elections, but I've never awakened November 9th thinking we were growing apart, no matter who won. I'm not so sure this time. I just don't have the visceral confidence of folks I see at these rallies.
I hope I'm wrong. So much change, so much change. And speaking of change, I see some of your currency on my workbench as I write this. Lots of God stuff there "God We Trust" etc.
When I think of God I think of angels, and I don't see any angels right now. We could sure use a few. You might give Him a call.
And stay in touch, Dear Friend. I'll see you in a week.
A citizen and a huge fan,