America

America scares the shit out of me. As I travel outside the United States, I am increasingly aware that my beloved country is reeling off the tracks. Economic security is a luxury only the wealthiest can afford, and physical safety can no longer be taken for granted. When I drive across the aptly-named Peace bridge from Buffalo, New York, into Ontario, Canada, a perceived weight is lifted from my shoulders. Suddenly, I don’t have to be on security alert, with my head on a constant swivel, in a state of hyper readiness to defend my wife or myself from assault, armed robbery…