Posted on 07/03/2012 1:13:54 PM PDT by Raquel
“Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction.” President Ronald Reagan
When I was a kid in the late 1970s, the Fourth of July was the holiday that was the most fun. I grew up on a busy New York City block, 44th Street in Astoria, Queens. Our residential concrete world was lined with apartment buildings, just a few trees, and parked cars. This may sound hard, but it was not. Our block was filled with families, dozens of children, ranging in all ages; we were friends, had respect for each other, and built bonds that would last a lifetime.
We formed clicks based upon age groups. The older kids looked out for the younger ones, oftentimes siblings of one another. We played games such as: hopscotch, bottle caps, stick ball, manhunt, and Johnny rides a pony. We played outside, not indoors stuck behind a TV set overwhelmed with sexed up media and public propaganda.
My family was hugely patriotic as were many of my neighbors and friends. For the Lacomba family American freedom was especially adored. My father, having escaped communist Cuba as a young man, rebel and journalist was fighting the good fight for freedom against Castro’s communist regime until he was thrown in jail and sentenced to death.
By the grace of God he was able to escape on a boat to New York harbor and receive political asylum from a country he would later call home. He told me to kiss the ground I walk on, because I live in America, a nation that is free.
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If you had formed them based on writing skills, you would have called them "cliques".
Ate up fake-assed writing ain't cutting it, yo.
Click that.
Click cliques?
Probably thinks being fashionable is “sheik”.
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