It’s difficult to find a more American guy than me. No, I have never fired a gun (though I support your right to do so), and I don’t drive a Ford F-150 (just a Taurus). But I have a near-religious experience at every ballpark I go to. I would eat ribeye and down an old-fashioned every night if my wallet permitted it. And every time I think about my country — much like many of my NR colleagues — I am struck with childlike wonder. The sheer audacity of America to exist as it does. To have our improbable past, to be so limitless. This country was the first thing I consciously fell in love with.

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Yet I have seen far too little of it. Sure, I remember being in 23 states (I visited a few more as a child), but that’s more than half I haven’t seen! Plus, I’ve been to only 14 Major League ballparks — and one of them was in Houston, so I’d like to pretend it was 13.

So when the opportunity arose to see more of this........

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