Today as I picked up my mail, I saw a little boy about the age of 10-11 years old walking his dog with his grandmother.
I noticed the really handsome Belgian Shepherd that hadn't grown into his legs yet.
I commented to the boy that he had a nice pup- and I asked how old it was.
He replied, "almost a year". Then translated to his grandmother what I had said, and she nodded with a sign of thanks for the compliment.
To see a 2nd generation American with his Grandmother who was obviously not born American enjoy the pleasure of his America, and his Grandmother's country at the same time is truly an American Phenomenon.
That is the America my parents taught me about.