For the first time in a long while, my wife and I have the
chance to get away alone for a few days.
We chose to go back to Williamsburg, Virginia. It’s been great so far. I love Virginia. The history here is incredible. Both sides of my family have roots in
Virginia dating back to the 1620’s in Jamestown. During our tour of the Williamsburg capitol
building, it was all I could do to keep from getting the tour guide’s attention
and blurting out that my great-great-great-great…grandfather sat right here (well the capitol was actually in Jamestown then, but why quibble over historical details) in
the 1623 House of Burgesses. I was sure
he would be automatically impressed and ask me to expound on my great knowledge
of what it means to be an American. Being the humble man that I am, however, I didn’t want to make others feel as if
they were lesser Americans, so I held back.
