While many of my compatriots aggressively pursued happiness over this summer weekend before July 4th, as is their freedom (we're signed up for jet boats tomorrow), I felt privileged to join the more inwardly turned company of Felipe Gonzalez this afternoon, a recently deceased rapper and activist, still this mischievous little kid around the edges. He died at 22, a passenger in a car crash.I didn't know Felipe well, more his dad, Martin, an AFSC veteran and coworker.
I experienced pride in my heritage in that room, including Mayan -- whomever built those pyramids in the video. The American experience is one of surreal beauty.
Felipe was lucky to draw such a dad from the card deck of life. No wonder he was such a font of pure love in so many lives. He knew to be grateful, as we are grateful to him. Live on, brother.
