As many a European baby-boomer, I often wished that I had been born an American. When I was ten, so I could ride a Schwinn bike and sport a fancy two-gun cowboy belt. When I was twenty, maybe so I could cross the country East- West in an old Hudson, smoking pot, and aventually get laid by a bunch of California gurls. I was a wannabe, as the Sioux call the numerous white folks ( many of them Europeans too) who assist their pow-wows.
As the years passed on, I found myself many other reasons, and some still hold firm.
But somewhere in the last 10 years, I came to understand this: I could be relieved that, in the end, my wish was never granted. That's what this video reminds me of.