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THE HOUSE I LIVE IN
Thursday, July 3, 2003
THE HOUSE I LIVE IN
I would like to wish all Americans a happy 4th of July weekend. And what better way of doing that then referring to my favourite America song, the one that has most impressed me and the one describing what America is all about. In fact I think it is one of the best songs ever about America because of the words, the music and the spirit and atmosphere it evokes. And of course because it is a Frank Sinatra masterpiece. Sorry, no link, just go and buy it if you do not already have it. It comes from a short 1945 movie aimed at improving racial and religious tolerance and is called, The House I Live In. What is America to me? A name, a map, or a flag I see The house I live in, a plot of earth, a street The children in the playground, the faces that I see The place I work in, the worker by my side The howdy and the handshake, the air, a feeling free The things I see about me, the big things and the small The wedding and the churchyard, the laughter and the tears The town I live in, the street, the house, the room The church the school the clubhouse, the millions lights I see That's America to me 
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