While the jokes might come easy about how I set the kitchen on fire cooking up a storm on this past Fourth of July, there’s nothing too funny about seeing menacing dark fumes slithering out of your oven door that suddenly turn into hungry flames threatening to leap up and take over the kitchen.
And yet, this is exactly what happened yesterday. On a day set aside to recognize and celebrate our love of freedom, and especially our love of freedom in a country we call home, this small but scary incident served as a reckoning for why I believe I am privileged to call these great United States of America home.
Within three flat minutes of calling 9-1-1, our national emergency number, our local neighborhood fire engine came screeching to our front yard and two strapping young men made us all step outside the house, and went about the business of putting out the fast leaping flames from the oven. Within minutes, they had killed the fire and had taken the stove outside the house to put it out on the driveway!
Where else but in America do I have the freedom and confidence to summon the resources of the fireengine to take care of business in no time at all, and then heave a huge sigh of relief before I go out shopping for a new cooking range/oven in a marketplace driven by the capitalistic fervor of slashed prices for the big holiday, buy a shiny new one that will be delivered and installed the very next day, and also get an 18-month financing offer! Where else, but in the good old USA?!
Just another reason why I love this country and call it home!












