It’s difficult to find a more American guy than me. No, I have never fired a gun (though I support your right to do so), and I don’t drive a Ford F-150 (just a Taurus). But I have a near-religious experience at every ballpark I go to. I would eat ribeye and down an old-fashioned every night if my wallet permitted it. And every time I think about my country — much like many of my NR colleagues — I am struck with childlike wonder. The sheer audacity of America to exist as it does. To have our improbable past, to be so limitless. This country was the first thing I consciously fell in love with.