In honor of this stars-and-stripes time of year, I state unequivocally that I often feel lucky to be an American. When I look at the political situation in places like Cuba, I'm thankful that I was born in a country where we get to elect our own morons. When I hear that the synagogue in Rome is still, as the result of a deadly incident of persecution a couple of years ago, being guarded by police armed with machine guns, I am grateful that my daughter's temple preschool has the need for only one security guard. And when I visit the facilities in train stations in Athens, I am delighted that here in America we get to sit on porcelain connected to a plumbing system rather than crouch over lime-strewn... More >>>