As I work desperately to shake loose of Cincinnati, the something beautiful I am thinking about is “freedom.” I have no picture of me running wildly toward New York. I must find some other image that captures that which I expect to feel when I see Ellis Island pass beneath the plane. And with that thought, I’ve just moved from thinking of birds flapping to the Statue of Liberty waiting for my arrival (along with the teaming masses that will join me today in Manhattan).
Choosing Lady Liberty seems fitting. After all, it was a gift. A gift from the French. Un cadeau des Francais.