As I sit on one side of the living room reading the morning paper, my wife is sitting on the other side knitting an afghan blanket for our granddaughter. The afghan is not all one color. A band of blue is followed by a band of pink, followed by a band of green, and very soon these colors will be repeated.
Looking at the afghan from across the room, it suddenly occurs to me that our country is made up of people of many different colors and ethnic backgrounds, and that together we are all part of a great tapestry called America.
