Before I mowed the lawn yesterday, I had my kid sing the National Anthem. She held a little flag and I stood solemly by my mower. I did it as a joke, but then it didn't seem so funny. It seemed some how right and proper. Mowing, like many other chores, can give a level of profound satisfaction when done in the proper spirit.
I was at the local speedway for motorbike racing a while back. There is a drag strip behind the dirt oval. A little bluegrass combo played the Anthem before the main event bike race. The scream of the dragsters and the smell of nitro and tire burnouts floated over. You really couldn't hear much of the singing but there was no doubt that this was the USA.
I think I'll ask the kid to sing the Anthem before I take my nap this afternoon. We'll see how that feels.
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