America is torn. I recently drove the East Coast to get a pulse of the nation recently ravaged by governmental diktats, media distortions, and rioters coddled by a major party.

The further north I drove, the darker the journey became, into a northeast traumatized by the virus and disastrous state decisions. Electronic highway signs threatened “14 day quarantine” and admonished me to call state hotlines. Despite my Florida plates, I was not stopped at any state line or crossing into New York City – as was reported weeks prior. Why would you want to enter these mismanaged and dangerous cities anyway, where the rule of law has given away to mob rule?

I had family and friends to visit. Since the pandemic start, my mission has been to give support and encouragement to any and all. While friends were more than welcoming, family in Massachusetts were less so.

Among the viral devastation – in lives, livelihoods, dreams, and educational advancement – appeared a particularly sad one for the frequent road tripper: so many old diners, cafes, and restaurants had closed permanently, with messages such as “Thank you for the opportunity to serve you for 57 years!” next to For Lease signs.

The country was attacked by a foreign invader. What a tragedy that instead of rallying us together in the face of such a threat, one major party decided to politicize it.

But the American spirit is strong, and I have faith that the American people will eventually shake off state command and control. Come see some glimmers of such hope. 

Listen to the true heart and soul of America, with a rendition of Tom Paxton’s Ramblin’ Boy here at the Blue Ridge Music Center, NC