The memory of that day will live with me forever. It was November 22, 2003. The place was Ann Arbor, Michigan. Just three months earlier my kids and I had disembarked a plane at Grand Rapids Airport, just the latest in the eternal line of promise seekers to step onto these shores. We were not here because we were huddled masses yearning to be free, but because we had heard the rock n roll, seen the movies, tasted the burgers, worn the Levi’s, even met some of the people of this fair land, and we needed to come and see for ourselves if it was all real.