being american is american

Over the course of two days I took in several things known as American: a rodeo, a college football game, and southern rock. I sang the national anthem, wore faded blue jeans, a baseball cap, black Ray Ban Wayfarers, and drove a Chevrolet.

I phoned my mother too, just to chat and to tell her that I loved her. It seemed as American as anything else I’d done all week.

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