
HAND ON HEART – It Still Gets To Me
Originally Published the Week of Mar. 10, 2023 in Western Outdoor Publications
OK, this is not really about Mexico like my usual columns. Or maybe it is.
My wife, Jilly, and I have been on the road now about 2 months travelling the U.S. doing the usual fishing/ hunting shows and conventions across the country. Lots of road hours.
With our booth, cat and clothes bundled up and stuffed in our Suburban, we’ve now done shows this year in Dallas, Reno, Salt Lake City, San Diego and Nashville. We just wrapped it up in Southern California at the Pacific Coast Sportfishing Show at the Orange Co. Fairgrounds.
A few minutes before the show started with hundreds of vendors ready go in their booths and a couple thousand attendees anxiously waiting at the gates to go in…
A giant American flag was unfurled and a beautiful woman’s voice sang a live version of the Star Spangled Banner over the fairground’s speaker system.
Everyone stopped. Oh Say Can You See?
Trucker hats and cowboy hats came off. Beanies and visors got placed over hearts with hands.
Guys with scruffy beards and overalls standing next to millennials, Generation Xer’s, surfer dudes, deckhand-types, salty old guys, guys and gals in camo or cutoffs, families, boomer folks in fashion… were all standing at silent attention staring at a massive American flag slowly fluttering in the chilly morning breeze.
Middle class…high class…no class. Didn’t matter. All standing together.
Next to me, a hipster with a man-bun and black skinny-legged stovepipe pants had his hand over his heart next to an older gent with a baseball that that said “Vietnam Veteran. He was standing at full salute.
There was a family that looked Middle Eastern (the wife had a burka) with an African American family standing nearby as well. I could see the wife mouthing the words…
“What so proudly we hail…”
Many folks of Asian and Latino descent also standing and saluting in their own ways.
Dangit…My wife and I both got teary-eyed. We always do.
And as that great song is playing, “Oh say does that star-spangled banner…”
I’m thinking, why can’t we all get along? Why are we so devisive? Why does it take some national tragedy or emergency to bring us all together?
Look at us all standing together at this very moment.
However, over 4 days of the show, folks coming to our booth to talk about fishing in La Paz. And they just can’t help themselves.
Over conversation about airflights into Mexico or Mexican restaurants or catching marlin…comments get interjected about our politics, their politicians, our presidents and their presidents, religions and economies.
Not little comments either, but combative, inflammatory and vociferous opinions. Fighting words. Not directed at me, but surely loud enough for the opinions to be heard by anyone within earshot.
As if they were just looking for an opportunity…any opportunity to wiggle in a belligerent opinion. Amazing.
What do street tacos have to do with election fraud? Or how is fishing in a panga related to conspiracy theories about covid or supply chain issues? The size of a dorado and corruption?
C’mon, man.
And of course, everyone of an opposite belief is an “idiot.”
Sigh…
I live and work in another country. That country has given me a nice little career and livelihood. But I’m still proudly American.
Inwardly, I laugh.
Check out what it’s like for most folks living across the border. Politics, the judicial system, the economy, education…if Americans could only see and experience what it’s like
“over there.”
There’s a reason why so many folks are trying to get across to the U.S. (A completely different discussion for sure.)
But, we are so blessed as Americans. Yea, the struggle is real. For all it’s monumental problems, what a darned fine country.
And for one shining moment, standing in the chilly morning breeze listening to the national anthem and facing a giant old glory, it felt especially good.
To look around and think that for all our outward differences…for all our crazy opinions…we could still draw together over an old worn song that still has meaning.
And that if it ever came to it, we’d all have each other’s backs.
That’s my story…
Jonathan
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Jonathan Roldan has been writing the Baja Column in Western Outdoor News since 2004. Along with his wife and fishing buddy, Jilly, they own and run the Tailhunter International Fishing Fleet in La Paz, Baja, Mexico www.tailhunter.com.
They also run their Tailhunter Restaurant Bar on the famous La Paz malecon waterfront. If you’d like to contact him directly, his e-mail is: jonathan@tailhunter.com
Or drop by the restaurant to say hi. It’s right on the La Paz waterfront!
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Tailhunter International
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