I happened upon a citizenship ceremony in San Francisco’s Nob Hill Masonic Auditorium. It was 2005 and 1445 new citizens were to be sworn in. I watched along with families and friends and crying babies and balloons and flowers and flash cameras.
“This is the country where you can achieve anything that you set out to do,” the presiding official told us.
When we stood to sing the national anthem, I choked up. More than 50 years since I landed on these shores in Hoboken New Jersey, I am still so moved by coming to America.