Today America celebrates its Independence.
On this day, my mind goes to my cousin Jeff Fisher who volunteered to step up and make a difference. I feel proud of him.
I feel proud to be an American.
As I drove around this morning, I passed a spot I pass several times every day. This spot is a favorite gathering place for vagabonds and homeless people alike. They stand on the corner holding tattered cardboard signs with black Sharpie marker etchings that declare their state of poverty and displacement.
This morning, a young man stood there, holding his little square and beaming like the Chesire cat.
His sign read: