Independence. My grandfather was born July 4th, 1927. He worked as a mechanic for Pan-Am airways mostly at JFK for 38 years and then he drove limos. I remember I was in 3rd grade and he picked us up from school in the what I now know as the Frank White lincoln stretch with the wing on the hood. He's the man.
America is it's individuals, my grandfather, myself, and every one of us is what America is. The individual. To be individual, to be one, to be independent, is to be free.
I hope everyone is enjoying their Sunday afternoon of this weekend and drivin' slow homeys
peace&love
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