facing off against my fears

Growing up watching american television and living minutes away from the border, there are certain things you come to believe about the American culture... and this morning much of it was confirmed. After a peaceful run (ok, I like to call it a run, but its more of a lazy jog) around Birch Bay before the sleepy town and my sleepy co-workers began the process of waking up, I walked up to the top floor in our building to enjoy the quiet and watch the town wake up. It was there I saw some ridiculously brave soul attack the Canadian geese with gleeful cries and gangly arm movements. Now if you were Canadian, you would know that those birds need to be treated with a little more respect. I typically great them with whole-hearted fear! My experiences with them on Canadian soil has given me much too intimate of a view of their firely attitude, but here on American land, the "united we stand" seems to have already broken the spirit of our country's slightly hostile and pesty goose... the preconception stands... united.... and strong....