More than 10 years after 9/11, we are tentative patriots. We gauge our neighbors' politics, we stick a finger in the air to test the atmosphere before considering a declaration of love for our country.
We seem to have little capacity for sustained self-recrimination. Call it patriotism, call it blind optimism, call it "fogging the lens." American exceptionalism is alive and well.
I was fortunate enough to spend the past two weeks in London and Paris. Here are my sweeping generalizations about London and Paris and most likely unfair comparisons between them and our city by the bay. Take 'em or leave 'em.
Give me liberty or give me... Megan Rapinoe singing "Born In The USA" after scoring a stunner against Colombia last weekend in the World Cup in Germany.
I hope in my lifetime that I will feel a more widespread sense of trust in public officials by citizens -- an American revival of sorts in which young people seek "good government jobs" and commit their careers to public service.
The South African novelist J.M. Coetzee writes with a pen that's sharp as a knife, in ink made from his own blood. Or so it seems, for each word seems carved or cut, obtained at great price, offered as a sacrifice.
Just yards from where slaves were auctioned and on the steps of a building constructed with slave labor, an African-American took the oath of office in a peaceful passage of power.
As our next President was elected, the entire world cheered with us, and what does the Prime Minister of Italy do? He described Senator Obama as "tanned."
Times may change but he American Flag remains undaunted, ready to solicit a tear of joy, surge of pride, or a blast of an anthem at her spot-lit presence.