Gliding To Governopolis

At dawn, the bald eagle rises from her nest, gliding through the fog along Virginia’s South Fork Rivanna River, not really sure what she seeks.

She is a symbol, a hope for a better tomorrow. She is a nation, flying proud and free.

Soon, the eagle begins to climb. There is a steep slope here, she discovers, and she feels compelled to find out where it leads. Breaking through the mist, she ascends to the top of the little mountain, coming upon a columned, octangular mansion. It is Monticello, the...