I get my “America Feeling”—more specifically, my “New York City feeling”—every night at 7 p.m., when we all cheer and clap for the people working on the front lines of the pandemic.
At a recent event to celebrate the 100th anniversary of the statute creating the Supreme Court clerkships, I got my “America feeling” when I saw that everyone in the room was eagerly taking home this keepsake from the dinner.
As a child growing up in Kansas City, I loved to listen to languages other than English, but I rarely had the chance—so I remind myself to feel grateful for this opportunity that would have so delighted young Gretchen.