I am an immigrant. A fifth-generation Tennessee immigrant. I live in the United States of America because of an Irish invasion of America that took place in the 1840s.
I don't mean to brag, but 50 years ago, I was a pretty good debater. I was a member of the Tennessee High School State Championship team in 1969, and even a National Championship team at the University of Tennessee in 1971. As the old cowboy on TV used to say, "No brag, just fact."
When I was a boy growing up in the 1960s, my favorite TV show was "The Jetsons." It was all about the wonderful adventures of a 21st-century space-age family. There was George Jetson, Jane (his wife), daughter Judy, and his boy Elroy.
When I was a boy growing up during the Eisenhower Administration and the New Frontier, fathers were revered figures in America. One of those revered fathers lived in my own home. He was my Dad.
The summer of 2019 begins this weekend. Well, technically, that's not correct. The first official day of summer is June 21, the summer solstice. But for red-blooded, backyard-cooking, burger-flipping, hot dawg-eating Americans, Memorial Day Weekend marks the unofficial beginning of summer.