About me

We the People, in order to form a more Perfect Union….

Thank you for for joining me while I spend time with dead relatives in order to learn what it means to be a part of “We the People.” My American experience is rooted in roughly 90 American immigrants, from the first, a man who traveled from England in 1624, to the last, a woman who left her Norwegian home above the Arctic Circle in 1892. The Englishman was sent here to run a business that was doomed to fail from the start. Yet he stayed. The Norwegian believed America’s streets were paved in gold but instead her American story began in a cave carved into the side of a hill in Minnesota. Yet she stayed. My American roots are deep. Studying my ancestors has taught me what it means to be an American, and about America, warts and all. I try to act on that learning. Indeed, I am often heard to say “my dead relatives made me do it…..” Thanks again for stopping by.

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