Yes, but what's for dessert?

 

        People talk about the American dream as if it is the same for everyone.  Spoiler alert!  I’ll bet my dream is different.  In fact, I hazard to guess that each and every person has a different picture of what it is.

        There are a group of friends that meet every now and then, here in my driveway.  We sit and have coffee and talk about everything from toe floss to why a duck’s quack doesn’t echo.

We all have different backgrounds, different educations and experiences, and I expect that should I ask them to identify the American dream, I’d get a different answer from each of them.

So just maybe the American dream is more of an abstract ideal or feeling.  Perhaps it is an imaginary goal we each set, even though it might always be just out of reach.  If only, something, something, something.  Or, someday when, something, something, something.

I can tell you what mine is.  It isn’t like telling a birthday wish, if you say what it is then it won’t come true.  Nope, my American dream is simple.  Picture a very large room, with many tables full of your favorite foods.  Your favorite music is playing softly in the background.

Every person on the planet is sitting down together, enjoying their meal.  We are all getting to know each other and sharing our stories.  I guess my American dream doesn’t stop at the borders.  It is all encompassing.  For whatever reason the differences in our language melt away.  We can understand everyone, and everybody is having a grand time.

Wouldn’t that be a Hoot?