Losing my Dad is harder than I thought. I called him every day. I come home from work, and automatically pick up the phone. Then it occurs to me......
I miss hearing his deep, comforting voice. And his calming words of wisdom.
We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language, for we intend to see that the crucible turns our people out as Americans, of American nationality, and not as dwellers in a polyglot boarding-house; and we have room for but one soul loyalty, and that is loyalty to the American people. ~Theodore Roosevelt~