America 250: Better an Insane Asylum Than a Morgue

The United States is turning 250.

As I write this, sprawled out in a shallow inflatable pool in my yard, a gull-winged WWII-era Corsair has just thundered low over the trees.

The rumble of warbirds has been rolling across the sky all day.

It stirs a feeling deep inside me, not of sentiment but of a potent mix of dopamine and adrenaline and gunpowder.

A feeling of danger and excitement verging on psychosis.

My head is swimming from the heat, and I feel like I am going insane.

I love it. ...