I Am a Patriot
I Refuse to Apologize for Loving My Country I stand in the same east Plano neighborhood where my wife and I built our life together more than two decades ago. The streets I walked with my kids still carry the echoes of Friday night football lights, backyard barbecues, and the quiet rhythm of working families putting down roots. The mosques have multiplied nearby, the languages in the parks have shifted, and the familiar anchors — the corner stores, the churches where generations were baptized and buried, the schools that once felt like an extension of home — have changed in ways…