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Proud to Be an American

You know when you get a song stuck in your head and you just can't seem to shake it out of your brain? & That happened to me yesterday, but in a good way. I kept humming the words to

Lee Greenwood's patriotic song:

I'm proud to be an American
where at least I know I'm free


If that first paragraph sounded sappy, then you better stop reading now because it's only going to get worse. Allow me to wax poetic for a moment before we begin the brawl of discontent again. I served as a poll worker all day in Carlsbad and have the bags under my eyes and the official flag pin today to prove it. Despite the long hours, the time flew by fast and I scored a few amused grins when my humming turned into an occasional patriotic outburst. It was a great day in America. Polling booths were spread across the nation where citizens could have their voices heard.

From the lakes of Minnesota
To the hills of Tennessee,
Aross the plains of Texas
From sea to shining sea,
From Detroit down to Houston,
And New York to L.A.
There's pride in every American heart
And it's time we stand and say

I'm proud to be an American. There were plenty of glitches yesterday and I heard endless complaints from voters about why their precinct had been moved to a less desirable voting location or why there weren't more fancy touch screens, but every single voter who walked through my polling site expressed gratitude for being there.

'Cause the flag still stands for freedom
And they can't take that away.