Back in March my wife, Lynn and I went down to the Aronoff Center to see and hear and feel Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Hamilton.
I’ve always been an eager student of history. I had read Ron Chernow’s biography of Alexander Hamilton back in 2004 when the book came out. During a visit to New York City I dragged my wife, son and daughter to Alexander Hamilton’s home in Harlem and his grave site at Trinity Church. Heck, I have a stuffed Alexander Hamilton doll at the house.
This Independence Day I find myself reflecting with new appreciation for the American experiment that was officially declared on July 4, 1776. It was a dream collectively conceived and dared by a homogenous group of white men that has slowly unfolded into a deliciously diverse mix of color, culture, and ethnicity.
We have come in fits and starts, with both celebration and warfare to the imperfect land that we today share and know as home. Our American family, just like our nuclear families, has good days and bad. But through them all I count my American experience to be chief among the greatest gifts of my life.
I’d like to think that Alexander Hamilton and his contemporaries, given the chance, would look largely with pride and gratitude on the success of their concept, the fruits of their daring, and with ongoing dreams for even better American days yet to come.
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