Freedom. What does it mean? [I know, don't I sound JUST LIKE a 10th grade Social Studies paper?]
To my idiot neighbor, it means he's allowed to yell, "DAVE. . . . . . . DAVE . . . . . . . DAVE!" at the top of his lungs at 9:00pm on a coolish evening when everyone else's windows are open.
To my daughter, it means she's got 1.5 days left of school and she can almost taste that sweet, sweet nectar of not having to put up with the rules and regulations of the public school system for 12 WHOLE WEEKS.
For me, it means not having to screw my psyche into being someone I'm not. It means being me.
To many others, to this country, it means a lot more. Juneteenth is coming up fast, and I love the whole story in a sad, amazing way.
And not only is that celebration of freedom coming up, so is another amazing one:
Do you know Unmitigated Me?
She's awesome, and I'm not just saying that because I have actually met her in the real world outside my computer and maybe think she has pretty shiny hair. She's also got a great job and is inviting the WORLD to see the ACTUAL, FOR REAL, NO LIE, Emancipation Proclamation.
The real one.
Perhaps you've heard of it?
Here's her post. The Emancipation Proclamation is going to be at The Henry Ford Museum, which will be open around the clock from Monday, June 20, 2011, at 6:00pm until Wednesday, June 22, 2011 at 6:00am. I'm totally going to go and check it out AND make the girl wake up at the butt crack of dawn DURING SUMMER VACATION to go see something educational.
Because how awesome would that be to see? Not just the Emancipation Proclamation, but that look of OHMYGODWHYAMIAWAKE? on a teenager's face.
But mostly the Emancipation Proclamation.
Now, class, what does freedom mean to you? A prize for the best answer [and by prize, I may or may not mean a random something or other lolling around in my house]. [But I probably do mean that.] [FREEDOM!]