Since Donal;d Trump has taken the office of president, and putting his effort in making America great again, I have neglecting what was the American dream I once thought about when I was young. Growing up in America, was like being part of a motion picture, it seems that seeing life on a television was such a big difference than looking up things in the encyclopedia britannica, mom wanted me to be educated, and I think she paid some $35.00 a month for three years so I could learn about the world that I lived in. I can still remember it’s flimsy thin like newspapers pages, and thinking I could copy of their articles for a high school assignment. It seems every week, there wither the Viet Nam War to scare me, or wondering if President John was hurting his beagle buy pulling him by his ears, there were so much great music, Elvis, The Beatles, Stones, and Simon and Garfunkel, Life Magazine, Look Magazine and Time Magazine were priced under a dollar, and most of all I never heard the word cholesterol, as long as I drank three glasses of milk a day, eat my meat and potatoes, and shampoo my hair once a week, I was  certified healthy, and yet the American dream was starting to make sense.

I started to think that eventually I was going to get old, but that was a million years from now, I concentrated on getting good grades in high school, and hope my parents could financially help me go to college, even though I loved taking photos, I had no idea that that the university, that I would spend four years, had a photography department, sure enough, Jesus wanted me to be a photographer. My American dream was starting to take place, well not exactly, my dream only lasted for just five months as a photographer for the Champagne News Gazette, my desire to the next Jimmy Olsen, photographer for The Daily Planet was shattered, however my love of cameras, films, and the dark room was some thing I could could never abandon, I found the true profession, as a photo salesman for many of Chicago finest camera stores, I even ventured for six months as a photo assistant for a commercial photographer, all in all I had a four decade profession, I did not make a lot of money, but I was with people who love photography. Even though it ended on new years eve, 2011, I look back at it now and say now, I did what I loved to do. I met my wife of almost twenty five years through one of my photo customers, and I finally can say at seventy years old, that tMy American Dream was just to be happy and like what I was doing.

I don’t hear President Trump, or my fellow Americans admitting  if they are happy, and not so much reflecting on what they should or could of done with they lives, but just ask them selves, “Am I Happy”, and if not, what do I plan to do about it. Sure it’s admirable that President Trump wants a “Greater America”, but I would like him to ask his fellow Americans, “What is your American Dream?”