So it’s Election Day.Dwelling in my own small little world:Hairdresser’s from Hungary.
Driver is Dominican.Housekeeper from Guyana.
Laundress from Mexico.Cleaner’s from Italy.
Superintendent from Albania.Editor, Great Britain.
Dressmaker, Crete.Doctors from Poland and Ukraine.
Doctor’s assistant from Portugal.Coat, Italy.
Manicurist, Romania.Facialist, Israel.
Dessert mango from Malaysia.My own mom from Liverpool.Grandma, Russia.
Techie, Jerusalem.False hair from Indonesia.
Plus false eyelashes from China.Fragrance seller, France.
Fabric dealers, Japan.Radio station owner, Greece.Newspaper owner, Australia.
Jeweler, Turkey.Restaurateur, India.
And junky crappy cheapo T-shirts made it from Korea.ALL came to this country.To live in the land of the free — home of the brave.
To survive.To breathe.
Vote.E pluribus unum.
One for all and all for one.We’re so big I don’t know how Columbus could’ve nearly missed us.
He found us long back.Before the first bagel.
Before Leonardo DiCaprio did his first model.Before anybody even heard of Junior’s cheesecake.Back when ladies wore bras.In those beginning days we loved our country.
Nathan Hale left his native Connecticut to fight the Brits in Boston.Patriot Benjamin Franklin kept living it up and partying in Philly.
Benedict Arnold was military commander in some B&B in Saratoga.And George Washington snacked at downtown’s Fraunces Tavern which is still there although the menu has changed.Hale was a Yale grad.
That’s before Yale became infested with hatred and antisemitism.Back when he so worshipped the school that he carried his diploma with him.
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