Patty Duke, Pollyanna, and Me

For no apparent reason, I thought about The Patty Duke Show. The show debuted in 1963 and was about an American and her British cousin who looked identical but had different interests and personalities.

If you are old as dirt (as one friend called herself) like me, you might recall the lyrics to The Patty Duke Show theme song:

Meet Cathy, who's lived most everywhere, 
From Zanzibar to Berkeley Square 
But Patty's only seen the sights 
A girl can see from Brooklyn Heights -
What a crazy pair! 

But they're cousins, 
Identical cousins all the way. 
One pair of matching bookends, 
Different as night and day. 

Where Cathy adores a minuet, 
The Ballets Russes, and crepe Suzette, 
Our Patty loves to rock and roll, 
A hot dog makes her lose control - 
What a wild duet! 

Still, they're cousins, 
Identical cousins and you'll find, 
They laugh alike, they walk alike, 
At times they even talk alike - 

You can lose your mind, 
When cousins are two of a kind. 

source: https://www.lyricsondemand.com/tvthemes/thepattydukeshowlyrics.html

Cathy 'adores a minuet' and Patty 'loves to rock and roll'.

The show premiered the summer of 1963 when I turned eleven years old and my family had just moved to Metro Detroit. I was still against rock n' roll music, a prejudice incurred when a friend's older sister played the car radio driving her sister and me to day camp. She sang along to Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Polka Dot Bikini, which I deemed  one of the dumbest songs I had ever heard.

This was, of course, a few years before Louie Louie (which was rumored to be obscene) and Wild Thing,  both of which I also abhorred as trite and silly but were big hits among the other teeny boppers.

I preferred songs that had a melody, sung by vocally accomplished people. Like John Gary, whose 1966 summer The John Gary Show I watched. I even spent my allowance on his LP Catch a Falling Star.

How influenced was I by the television versions of teenagers in The Patty Duke Show? 

I was such a prig in junior high, clinging to my (perceived) high values of only liking classical music and the symphony (which I had seen once in my life), valuing friendship over crushes, and preferring Napoleon Solo over the teenage heartbreaker Illya Kuryakin in The Man From U.N.C.L.E. Did Cathy justify my bias?

This got me thinking about other role models I grew up with. Like Hayley Mills. I adored her films, especially the 1960 film Pollyanna.

I was thrilled when Santa brought me a Pollyanna doll for Christmas. She was almost as tall as my eighteen-month-old brother! I loved the movie and later in life read the book several times. The story about a missionary's daughter used to living with cast-offs and finding the cup half-full side of life taught me about the power of finding the good in even cranky people. I was determined to never dislike or hate anyone, an ideal I clung to for a very long time.

Later I enjoyed Mills in other Disney movies, The Moon-Spinners and This Darn Cat.

What role other models did girls have in the 1950s and early 1960s?

I watched The Mickey Mouse Club. I remember Spin and Marty. I couldn't recall any series about girls. I asked my husband, who a few years older than I has a more vivid recall of the show, and he couldn't remember any either. It turns out that there was one in 1958, Annette. I was six years old, so no wonder I don't recall it. It was about a country girl who moves in with citified relatives and has to learn the ropes at her new high school.

Like everyone else my generation, I saw the Disney Princess movies.

Ad for Sleeping Beauty 

Sleeping Beauty came out in 1959 when I was seven. I had a movie tie-in coloring book. And I was given a Sleeping Beauty doll made by Madame Alexander. I took her to show my friend and set the doll down as we played. My dog Pepper had followed me and she chewed up the doll! I was heartbroken. 

As an adult I replaced the dog-mauled Sleeping Beauty doll

As a girl I loved the Gene Autry and Roy Rogers movies that were shown on television in the 1950s. I got my own gun and holster set for Christmas when I was three years old! 

In our make-believe play, we neighborhood girls fought over who got to be the cowboy and who had to be Dale Evans. The cowgirls always needed rescuing,--such wimps! Everyone wanted to be a cowboy. Later, I also liked Bat Masterson and had a Bat Masterson cane.

When I wanted to grow up and be a cowboy.

There was The Lone Ranger and Daniel Boone and Zorro and Superman. No shows about female superheroes yet. I did have Wonder Woman comics, thankfully. She was the only superhero comic book character I followed. I liked Brenda Starr comic books, too, especially because she was a reporter. 

There were shows about men or boys and their dogs, like Rin Tin Tin and Lassie and the movie Old Yeller. At least there were two shows with females: My Friend Flicka about a girl and her horse ran for one year, 1956-1957, and Sky King about a pilot rancher and his niece who also flew.

I loved Sea Hunt with Lloyd Bridges in underwater scenes. I am sure watching it led to my later love for Jacques Cousteau. An adventure series but I don't recall any women divers.

I adored the Dick Van Dyke Show. I wanted to BE Laura Petrie, married to a writer. I wanted to be a writer, but a show about being married to a writer was all they gave me. And yet, as much as I loved Laura, who did dance now and then, she was a stay-at-home mom content to be a wife.

There were family relationship shows and shows about growing up. I watched The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis. It's about boys and their relationship to their fathers. And of course, about Dobie's deep love for girls, all girls, any girl. I loved Bonanza....about a father and his three sons...Which reminds me of My Three Sons, about a father and his three sons... Petticoat Junction came much later, about a woman and her three daughters; it came out when I was eleven.

I watched fantasy shows like Mr Ed the talking horse (a man and his horse) and My Favorite Martian (a man and his Martian). And Bewitched and I Dream of Jeannie both about a girl and her adored man...one who squashes her innate powers to suit her husband's ego needs and the other who wants to serve her lord and master.

I was too young to identify with California teenager Gidget, although I liked Sally Fields as The Flying Nun.

Where were the girls--girls who were spunky and smart and who could save the world if need be? I got girls who were daughters and women who were wives, lots of angst about boys and men, or comedians like Lucy.

I found the same issue with books. I loved reading The Black Stallion and other books by Walter Farley, all about boys and their horses. Old Yeller, the book and the movie, was about a boy and his dog. Wendy in Peter Pan wants to be a mother and clean house.

But books did give me some role models.

Charlotte's Web had two lead female characters, Fern who saves Wilbur the pig, and the spider Charlotte who also saves his life. I think it the most important childhood book in my life. It taught so many values. And the superhero was a female spider, also a mother.

I also loved Caddie Woodlawn about a tom-boy pioneer girl.

I wanted to grow up and be Mrs. Piggle Wiggle.

I loved Heidi and The Secret Garden, stories about girls who bring healing.

Bedknobs and Broomsticks by Mary Norton had girls and boys adventuring.

Dorothy had heart and courage in the Wizard of Oz.

As I grew older I discovered Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. Jane was a heroine in her conviction and self-esteem that allowed her to stand up to power.

Since my childhood, great progress has been made and girls have had far more role models than I did.

What role models did you find as a child?

Covid-19 Life, TBR, Autumn Colors

With Covid cases rising, we continue to social isolate and order pickup and delivery. My last haircut was in late February. It's getting long!

Six of the quilters are still braving meeting outdoors in the park. It was 50 degrees out, we were bundled up, wearing masks, and had a great visit.

Karen's Monkey Wrench quilt

The rest of the quilters meet through Zoom. 

As does the Clawson library book club. Next month we will read The Bear by Andrew Krivak, who is to join our Zoom meeting!

I am perfecting my Zooming skills. 

Last week, I Zoomed with the Troy library book club. They read Song of Achilles and Zoomed with author Madeline Miller. She also discussed her novel Circe. 

And in previous weeks, I Zoomed to hear Francesca Wade talk about her book Square Haunting: Five Writers in London Between the Wars and with three historical fiction writers who wrote about composers, including Barbara Quick who wrote Vivaldi's Virgins.  

New books on my shelf include The Memory Collectors by Kim Neville, from Atria Books.

Other books new to my shelf include

• Nowhere Like This Place:Tales from a Nuclear Childhood by Marilyn Carr, a memoir
• The Crown in Crisis: Countdown to the Abdication by Alexander Larman, about King Edward VIII  
• Meditations by Marcus Aurelius

And soon to come for an Algonquin blog tour,

• Astrid Sees All by Natalie Standford

We are enjoying watching the original and hilarious The Good Place and saw the new Rebecca from Netflix, a very interesting and competent interpretation of Daphne Du Maurier's classic gothic novel.

Our only travels are to the doctors. Luckily, there is a lot to see in our two-mile square suburban neighborhood. Like this Blue Jay that perched on the edge of the sliding patio door as it endeavored to get to some insect hiding between the doors.

And the Canada Geese who decided to take a walk down our street.

And the Halloween decorations.

Like much of America, we have been busy fixing up the house and finishing projects. Besides painting a bedroom and ordering a new kitchen table, we bought bookshelves for our TBR books and a sideboard for under the kitchen windows.

Many of my TBR books are from the library sales, but also from my brother and ones I ordered.

This week, my husband dug a hole in the garden and we buried the ashes of our four Shiba Inu dogs. Kili was our first Shiba, adopted when our son was five years old. She lived over 16 years. Next came Suki, a seven-year-old puppy mill breeder who needed a lot of TLC to make her a 'real dog'. Suki's first friend was Kara, a nine-year veteran puppy mill breeder. He taught Suki how to play and snuggle. Sadly, Kara was only with us ten months. He already had kidney failure when he came to us. So, we brought home Kamikaze, another puppy mill rescue. Kaze thought the world was hers and loved freedom and her home. She and Suki bonded as they aged, and when they lost their eyesight they aided each other in every day tasks--like finding the water bowl and going in and out doors.

Now they are all together in their forever home near the Pink Drift Roses, marked by a lovely Shiba Inu statue.

Our fur babies forever home

The roses are still blooming since we have not had a killing frost yet here.

Every day on my walk I find a beautiful tree to photograph and share on Facebook and Instagram. Here are some.

We voted. We got our flu shots. We are staying safe. I hope you are, too. It's going to be a challenging fall without normalcy, the pandemic impacting our cherished Halloween, Thanksgiving, Advent, Hanukkah, Christmas, and other family and community traditions.

The Woman in the Window by A. J. Finn/ Queen of the Owls by Barbara Linn Probst

The library book club read in October was A. J. Finn's suspense thriller The Woman in the Window.

I have read several suspense novels in the past and am pretty much over them. I dreaded reading 488 pages! Luckily, the chapters are short, there is lots of blank space, and I read it in a few days.

Of course, there is an unreliable narrator. Not one but two 'unexpected' twists. A murder, threat of death, mental instability, and all the stock noir memes. Finn saturates the novel with references to the classic, black and white, noir movies, the narrator's obsession. 

I thought it overwritten, too many cute descriptive words. And I early guessed the real villian.

Over all, the book club readers said it was a quick easy read that kept their interest, full of the expected thriller twists. One thought it contrived. Entertainment, if nothing more. 

Maybe. One reader appreciated the insight into agoraphobia. 

And yet the book spurred a great discussion. Was too much space given to Anna's drinking or movie watching? Did we feel sympathy or disgust by her behavior? What spurred her self-destructive behavior? How soon did we predict the real villian, if at all? We talked about bad parents, red herrings, and how familiar Anna's homebound life felt during COVID-19.

Readers did find the book very cinematic with detailed descriptions that brought the book to life, and learning a movie was made of the book, we were all interested in viewing it.

*****

The Queen of the Owls by Barbara Linn Probst came to my attention on Facebook's Breathless Bubbles & Books page.

The main character, Elizabeth, struggles with her dissertation on Georgia O'Keefe, trying to connect her time in Hawaii as a transition point in her art. 

Elizabeth's marriage lacks physical passion and emotional intimacy. She finds herself attracted to a photographer and together they discuss O'Keefe and her modeling in the nude for Stieglitz. She accepts his challenge to recreate the photographs with him as a way of coming to better understand O'Keefe and her motivation for modeling, if she was a co-creator in the art.

Plot-wise, the novel felt inevitable and unsurprising. The real interest is in Elizabeth's internal struggle for self-realization. She and her sister were early pigeonholed into narrow roles. Their husbands keep them confined to those roles, Elizabeth the 'owly' intellectual, her sister the fun and pretty one. Elizabeth is a good teacher and she believes in her work and can defend it. She has to learn to believe in her beauty, free herself to find real love, and take charge of her destiny.

Much of the novel's space is centered on O'Keefe's art and life, which I did enjoy.

The sexual issues are addressed with great honesty, from the marriage bed's coolness to Elizabeth's intense, unrequited attraction.

The novel is well written and an enjoyable read. Fans of women's fiction, stories of young women's self-actualization, or the art world will enjoy this one.

I purchased an ebook.

Jeeves and the Leap of Faith: A Novel in Homage to P. G. Wodehouse by Ben Schott

At the best of times I love a comic novel, and these have not been the best of times. I really, really needed an entertaining read right now. And I found it in Jeeves and the Leap of Faith, Ben Shott's second homage to P. G. Wodehouse's classic Wooster and Jeeves novels.

Shott brings Wodehouse's eccentric characters back to life, embroiled in a zany and complicated tangled plot of comedic excellence.

Over the course of a week, Bertie evades matrimony, helps save the Drones club from insolvency, goes undercover for the government, battles fascism, challenges Jeeves choice of bedroom wallpaper, and stands up to his formidable Aunt Agatha. 

Strange things go on. What's even stranger is that they are based on history! Like the annual Boot-Finding in Spitalfields Market and the Pavement Club, a Cambridge society that sat on the pavement on Saturday afternoons, and the Hysteron Proteron club of Balliol College that in the 1920s spent a day living backward. Also appearing are the night climbers of Cambridge and the daring leap that gives this volume its name.

Throughout the novel, Bertie struggles with the Times crossword puzzle, which is included in the endnotes for readers to solve! 

I am fortified with gladness, ready again to face the chaotic world.

I received a free galley from the publisher through NetGalley. My review is fair and unbiased.

View the trailer at

https://www.benschott.com/jeeves---the-king-of-clubs.html

Jeeves and the Leap of Faith: A Novel in Homage to P. G. Wodehouse
by Ben Schott
Little, Brown and Company
Pub Date: October 13, 2020 
ISBN: 9780316541046
hardcover $28.00 (USD)

from the publisher:

The Drones club’s in peril. Gussie’s in love. Spode’s on the war path. Oh, and His Majesty’s Government needs a favor . . .

I say! It’s a good thing Bertie’s back, what?

In his eagerly anticipated sequel to Jeeves and the King of Clubs, Ben Schott leads Jeeves and Wooster on another elegantly uproarious escapade.

From the mean streets of Mayfair to the scheming spires of Cambridge, we encounter a joyous cast of characters: chiseling painters and criminal bookies, eccentric philosophers and dodgy clairvoyants, appalling poets and pocket dictators, vexatious aunts and their vicious hounds.

But that’s not all:

Who is ICEBERG, and why is he covered in chalk?

Why is Jeeves reading Winnie-the-Pooh?

What is seven across and eighty-five down?

How do you play Russian Roulette at The Savoy?

These questions, and more, are answered in Jeeves and the Leap of Faith — an homage to P.G. Wodehouse, authorized by his estate, and essential reading for fans of The Master.

Tinkety-tonk!

Covid-19 Stress = DNF Books

Yes, there are books I do not finish.

This is why I give so many of the books I read high star ratings. If a book isn't for me I usually know and don't even pick it up, and if I start a book and it isn't for me I don't finish it.

You are allowed to not finish a book, people.

Now, not finishing a book does not mean it is not a bad book! It means it was the wrong time, or I found the subject material was something I did not want to grapple with, or I had to decide to leave it and move on to one of the other books I was committed to reading.

I did not finish these books because the subject matter was too dark for me to handle right now. With the pandemic with its social distancing and the looming election, I feel stressed all the time. When I read something disturbing, I can feel the stress mounting. I had to walk away.

I won The Second Home by Christina Clancy through Book Club Cookbook. I was intrigued by the description that "it is about second homes, second families, and second chances."

I read 71 pages. Ann is selling her family's second home on Cape Cod. She has not told her sister or brother she is selling it. One summer, Ann set off a series of events that broke up the family. The description says the siblings reunite and confront their past.

Why did I stop reading? There was a disturbing scene involving an older man and Ann that indicated he was going to be a sexual predator. I decided I did not want to go there at this time.

*****

Two books I was looking forward to reading ended up being too hard to read at this time.

I was so excited by the idea of Nick by Michael Farris Smith! A prequel to F. Scott Fitzgerald's masterpiece The Great Gatsby, it is the story of Nick Caraway's WWI experience. I kept walking away from the novel because it was so dark. I ended up reading 55% and although I could see some merit in the novel, I just was not enjoying it. At all.

I was also irked by Nick's childhood memories that were more 1950s than early 1900s. Like dads picking up the newspaper from the front lawn and kids with cowboys and Indian toys under their beds. The character would have been born in 1892 in the Midwest. My grandfather was born in 1905 and wrote about his rural childhood life. 

I thank Little, Brown & Co and NetGalley for a chance to read the book. 

from the publisher

Critically acclaimed novelist Michael Farris Smith pulls Nick Carraway out of the shadows and into the spotlight in this fascinating look into his life before Gatsby

Before Nick Carraway moved to West Egg and into Gatsby’s periphery, he was at the center of a very different story-one taking place along the trenches and deep within the tunnels of World War I.

Floundering in the wake of the destruction he witnessed firsthand, Nick delays his return home, hoping to escape the questions he cannot answer about the horrors of war. Instead, he embarks on a transcontinental redemptive journey that takes him from a whirlwind Paris romance-doomed from the very beginning-to the dizzying frenzy of New Orleans, rife with its own flavor of debauchery and violence.

An epic portrait of a truly singular era and a sweeping, romantic story of self-discovery, this rich and imaginative novel breathes new life into a character that many know but few have pondered deeply. Charged with enough alcohol, heartbreak, and profound yearning to paralyze even the heartiest of golden age scribes, Nick reveals the man behind the narrator who has captivated readers for decades.

Missionaries by Phil Klay early caught my attention and I requested it through NetGalley. The writing is good, the subject matter is devastating. Another time I could read it, but with the pandemic and the election already stressing me out, I had to walk away from this novel. I thank Random House and NetGalley for a chance to look at this novel.

from the publisher

A group of Colombian soldiers prepares to raid a drug lord’s safe house on the Venezuelan border. They’re watching him with an American-made drone, about to strike using military tactics taught to them by U.S. soldiers who honed their skills to lethal perfection in Iraq. In Missionaries, Phil Klay examines the globalization of violence through the interlocking stories of four characters and the conflicts that define their lives.

For Mason, a U.S. Army Special Forces medic, and Lisette, a foreign correspondent, America’s long post-9/11 wars in the Middle East exerted a terrible draw that neither is able to shake. Where can such a person go next? All roads lead to Colombia, where the US has partnered with local government to keep predatory narco gangs at bay. Mason, now a liaison to the Colombian military, is ready for the good war, and Lisette is more than ready to cover it. Juan Pablo, a Colombian officer, must juggle managing the Americans’ presence and navigating a viper’s nest of factions bidding for power. Meanwhile, Abel, a lieutenant in a local militia, has lost almost everything in the seemingly endless carnage of his home province, where the lines between drug cartels, militias, and the state are semi-permeable. 

Drawing on six years of research in America and Colombia into the effects of the modern way of war on regular people, Klay has written a novel of extraordinary suspense infused with geopolitical sophistication and storytelling instincts that are second to none. Missionaries is a window not only into modern war, but into the individual lives that go on long after the drones have left the skies.

Shelter in Place by David Leavitt

In 1986 I read David Leavitt's novel The Lost Language of Cranes and it blew me away. Although I have his novel The Indian Clerk on by TBR shelf, I haven't read more by him and it was time to correct that. Especially, it was time for this novel.

Reading in the age of Coronavirus is not easy. I pick up my Kindle, read for a bit, then find myself on Twitter or checking my email or placing an order for delivered groceries. It isn't the books--they are great books. I just have trouble concentrating.

But, I had no problem with Shelter in Place--it's a comedy of manners under the Trump presidency that kept me entertained. These characters are rich and liberal and, well, flaky.

Eva won't even say the president's name, (think Voldemort) and yet she wouldn't stand in the long lines to vote. After Eva and her friend Min visit Venice, she decides to buy an apartment there, a place to escape to when America is no longer safe. Her obliging husband Bruce plays his role in their marriage: he earns--she spends. A successful wealth manager, he is rich enough to indulge his wife's whims.

And Eva does spend.

Eva is determined the Venice home would be redecorated by her favorite decorator Jake. But hearing he would have to go to Venice, he has been stalling. Likeable, secretive, Jake is the straight man in the novel--well, a gay straight man, a foil to the people who hire him.

When Eva's dogs start peeing on the sofa, she has the maid wrap it in aluminum foil! "Some things matter more than decor," Eva proclaims, and yet she has not considered what will happen to the dogs when she--or she and Bruce--goes to Venice.

Bruce's secretary is battling cancer, her husband abandoning her. He becomes overly involved with her life, his version of charity.

Bruce also has been consorting with the enemy---the Trump supporting neighbor Alec whose kids won't talk to him since the election. Alec can't even say Hillary's name. The election results came as a miracle to him. "One man's miracle is another's nightmare," Bruce says. Walking their dogs at night, they confide to each other.

Shelter in Place targets our idiosyncrasies when our world suddenly changes, on the national and personal level. Sometimes we grow, other times we dig in and hold on tighter.

I received a free ebook from the publisher through NetGalley in exchange for a fair and unbiased review.

Shelter in Place
by David Leavitt
Bloomsbury USA
Pub Date October 13,  2020 
ISBN: 9781620404874
hardcover $27.00 (USD)

from the publisher

It is the Saturday after the 2016 presidential election, and in a plush weekend house in Connecticut, an intimate group of friends, New Yorkers all, has gathered to recover from what they consider the greatest political catastrophe of their lives. They have just sat down to tea when their hostess, Eva Lindquist, proposes a dare. Who among them would be willing to ask Siri how to assassinate Donald Trump? Liberal and like-minded—editors, writers, a decorator, a theater producer, and one financial guy, Eva’s husband, Bruce—the friends have come to the countryside in the hope of restoring the bubble in which they have grown used to living. Yet with the exception of one brash and obnoxious book editor, none is willing to accept Eva’s challenge.

Shelter in Place is a novel about house and home, furniture and rooms, safety and freedom and the invidious ways in which political upheaval can undermine even the most seemingly impregnable foundations. Eva is the novel’s polestar, a woman who moves through her days accompanied by a roving, carefully curated salon. She’s a generous hostess and more than a bit of a control freak, whose obsession with decorating allows Leavitt to treat us to a slyly comic look at the habitués and fetishes of the so-called shelter industry. Yet when, in her avidity to secure shelter for herself, she persuades Bruce to buy a grand if dilapidated apartment in Venice, she unwittingly sets off the chain of events that will propel him, for the first time, to venture outside the bubble and embark on a wholly unexpected love affair.

A comic portrait of the months immediately following the 2016 election, Shelter in Place is also a meditation on the unreliable appetites—for love, for power, for freedom—by which both our public and private lives are shaped.

Covid-19 Life: Quilts, Books, and News

It was a windy day when the quilters met in the park. I showed my latest quilt top completion, the wind blowing it like a sail! The central block is from Esther Aliu's Little Hazel pattern. I used reproduction fabrics from my stash to complete the top.

When I saw this panel I had to buy it. I did thread work and machine quilting to enhance it. The golden thread really makes the acorns pop!

I got book mail from LibraryThing early reviewer giveaway, Angry Weather by Friederike Otto, looking at the human sources of climate change.

New to my NetGalley shelf

• Beethoven by Laura Tunbridge, a biography through nine of his works
• Girl Explorers by Jayne Zanglein 
• The Dangers of Smoking in Bed by Mariana Enriquez whose Things We Lost in the Fire I reviewed
• The Mission House by Carys Davies whose West I reviewed

Halloween displays have cropped up all over town.

Including at our son's house!

We bought a new kitchen table! It is a retro style chrome and laminate table with a pedestal base. We were able to special order the WilsonArt Betty laminate that is on our countertops!

I bought a new laptop computer for Zooming. I have Zoomed with my library book club and several times with a neighboring library book club. I also am starting to go to virtual author events.

This week we are having a warm wave, with temperatures close to seventy. But soon enough it will be cold. The quilters won't be able to meet in the city park, and we will again Zoom together.

The maple trees turned red and orange early, but the silver maples and oaks are just not yellowing. There are roses in the garden, and the bees still come to the geranium.

We in Michigan have had such a shock learning of the militia plan for a terrorist attack on our elected officials and to kidnap Governor Whitmer. The Republicans have removed the governor's power to mandate protections during the pandemic and local communities are scrambling to create their own requirements. Our county instantly took action, and masks and other protections remain in place. We took our ballets to city hall this week. Now, we pray that anarchist groups don't interfere with at the polls.

Right now, I can hear the national anthem being played at the stadium down the street. Someone practicing on an electric guitar for the high school football game tonight. Flags fly at the field and the DPW and in front yards.

Yet we can not agree what patriotism is in this country. 

I am reading What Unites Us: Reflections on Patriotism by Dan Rather. Last night I read,

“No one has a monopoly on the truth, but the whole premise of our democracy is that truth and justice must win out. And the role of a trained journalist is to get as close to the truth as is humanly possible. Make no mistake: We are being tested. Without a vibrant, fearless free press, our great American experiment may fail.”― Dan Rather, What Unites Us: Reflections on Patriotism

So much is at stake.