I was quite liberal/progressive when I was in college/20s, always butting heads with my parents. They kept telling me I'd see the "real world" a little differently when I was in it for a while and grew up.
Boy were they ever right wing.
My parents were both life-long Republicans, but of the laid back, principled kind that seem to hardly even exist anymore. They mostly just wanted to keep more of their hard earned money. They would have quietly thought the Beck/Limbaugh/Falwell types to be literally beneath their contempt, however.
I grew up on a block where almost everyone simply and as a matter of course displayed the flag on Flag day and the Fourth of July and Memorial Day, but where I never heard one word of discontent about those few who didn't.
Patriotism was something that was assumed everyone possessed as a matter of course, and it was low key and not flashed around like a status symbol.
There was zero talk of any true America and non-true America.
In the ninth grade, I led a spirited effort among the guys that resulted in the ninth grade, and ONLY the ninth grade in my small, combined Junior/Senior High School (7th-12th) of 600 students to be the one grade that voted for Barry Goldwater in that landslide year for LBJ.
And you know it was a landslide year because 1964 was the first time ever in the 20th century that my staunchly Republican county voted for a Democrat for President -- we even went for Alf Landon in the Roosevelt landslide election of 1936!
And yet, I was also the only student in my 7th grade class who split his ticket in our mock PA elections for Senator and Governor, so I was definitely thinking for myself even back then.
In my Senior year of High School we had to write a ten page paper for "history" class. I wrote a stirring, 33 page paper in support of the Vietnam War.
Then, I put my body where my mouth was.
Following the reality of that experience, I evolved and matured, both personally and politically, and am now honored to stand in the proud American Liberal Progessive tradition of Theodore Roosevelt, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Harry S. Truman, and the very best parts of Lyndon Baines Johnson, all mixed in with the very American best of Wendell Wilkie, Robert Howard Taft, General of the Army Dwight David Eisenhower, John Fitzgerald Kennedy, and the very best of, yes, Richard Milhous Nixon.
From the beginning, I have always been registered as an Independent, but I did purposely change my registration to Democrat in 2008 as a reminder to myself that the one thing our grand Republic needed most was to put an abrupt and definite end to the Bush/Cheney/Neocon cabal that so successfully pandered to the coercive, crazy, "Christian" right.
And so, here I am today, having come a long way from the slogan I ended that HS history paper with so long ago, "American, Right or Wrong", but still in love with the highest ideals of this grand and still unfolding experiment in governance that is The United States of America.
And THIS most certainly makes me one with my parent's legacy, for they were quietly but surely in love with and grateful for the same.
It's said that the ghost of Daniel Webster, whenever encountered, was sure to ask, "How goes the Republic?"
May that question forever be answered, "She stands."