America the Beautiful

Maybe nothing like visiting an iconic national park makes you appreciate your country.  It’s famous for a reason.  Bee-yoo-ti-ful.

America’s not without it’s problems though.

Take American cheese for example. What an embarrassment.

Then there're those hand dryers in public restrooms.  Is that the best we can do?  Really?

When we visited Old Faithful, there were droves of people.  Diverse people.  And if there's a fashion police, they don't know about the crowds at Old Faithful.

Yikes.

Talk about ugly Americans.

I saw hosts of socks and sandals, some just-because-they-make-it-in-your-size-doesn't-mean-you-should-wear-it, and determined looking souls with big floppy hats and fanny packs.

The winner was a man with flip flops, camo cropped cargo pants, a jacket with buckskin looking trim, a plastic bead necklace and a mullet.

Awesome.

Just when I was starting to despair about my country, I joined the line for the ladies room that formed as soon as Old Faithful worked its magic.  There was a little girl--about 4 or 5 years old-- that seriously needed to go to the bathroom.  She was dancing around in a panic.  The women in front of her said, "Oh, honey, you go ahead of us."  The little girl looked at her mom who gave her the go-ahead and all up the line, women hustled the little girl along.  She needed to go.

The good women of America understood.

I also noticed that wherever we were, if there was a family assembled with a camera, at least ten people would stop and ask, "Can I take your family's picture?"

Americans are generally a very kind group.

I'm proud to be one of them.