One of my favorite anecdotes, hopefully true, involves a couple from Iowa who were visiting San Francisco. They had never had Chinese so they ate every meal in a Chinese restaurant. Over the course of ten days they had sampled everything on the menu. And they had come to know the Chinese waitress very well. When it came time to order a meal on the last day, they asked the waitress to order her favorite food.  She agreed and brought them her favorite meal: tacos, burritos and nachos. “American” is just a label of the people who live here. We do not have a culture because it keeps changing. You can get sushi at a baseball game. There are standup Muslim comedians. Yin and Yang are newscasters in Cleveland and Tallahassee. We have had a President named Hussein, black mayors in Deep South cities and openly gay governors. Only in America. This reality strikes home to me. My father, an Italian Jew, was on the last train out of Italy before the start of World War II.  He was on one of the last trains out of Paris before it fell to the Germans and probably the last boat out of free France. In today’s dollars, his family was worth about $200 million. They arrived in New York with $15,000. He married a WASP from Montana. Today his four children are hardworking, income taxpaying credits to their community. (You can read his story on Kindle: MEMORS OF AN ITALIAN JEWISH HOLOCAUST REFUGEE.) [See my books at https://authormasterminds.com/master-of-the-impossible-crime.]