To the Editor,
Uncle Sam here.
The parade in Waxahachie was another day in paradise. A cool breeze kept the temperature at a decent level and the joyous vibe from the crowds of citizens gathered manifested itself into a very festive spirit. Twas a good day to be in America.
This year I was lucky enough to walk with the fabulous Betsy Ross. She is more beautiful in person than what those old paintings and drawings portray. It was, and is, a honor to have her by my side. I work real hard to keep her there.
One thing though. All during my walk I heard shouts aimed at me about lowering taxes, quit spending, invading privacy, abolishing the IRS, closing the border and many more demands all wanting me, your Uncle, to do something about. Like I can do that. There is a lot I can do. But the majority of what people were complaining about, they themselves must make happen. I am them. And you. And every other person that wishes to participate in the great experiment of freedom we call America. You want something done, do it yourself. Take ownership of your responsibility to make things better and quit relying on your Uncle Sam to do it for you. Go vote. Participate on the field of government instead shouting from the sidelines. Besides, I’m not in operations. Betsy’s in production and I’m in public relations.
There was a young child on the parade route. He was barefoot and looked a little disheveled, contrasting the majority of kids in their patriotic-themed outfits. He seemed sullen and wasn’t enjoying what was going on. Like he didn’t belong. I walked over to him and said “Hello, I’m your Uncle Sam” and gave him an American flag. He looked at me with eyes of wonderment. Then looked at the flag. Suddenly, a beautiful, wide smile consumed his face as he started to wave the flag. Another American among the throngs that lined the street, each part of something shared, but still able to stand separate in their own freedom. And that is owed to making this a country where anyone can realize their dreams. Where we still can use what was used before us by those who contributed to the freedom we now have. Hope. Acceptance. Possibility. Equality. The freedom to make our own way despite any obstacle. All enhanced by reaching out to others in compassion. It was what the day is all about. And what unites us as a people.
After 237 years of living the dreams of those who courageously declared their independence as free men, we are still here. Despite everything that has happened since that fourth day of July so many years ago, we are still here. Whatever will happen in the future, on all of the fourth days of July yet to come, we will still be here because of the sacrifice of those veterans still with us and those gone to whom my arm is raised in eternal salute. Your Uncle Sam will still be celebrating that fact by walking in the sunshine of freedom with everyone else on another wonderful day in Waxahachie.
See ya next year.