Ever since I was a little girl, I have dreamed of being world-class. My brother and I would spend afternoons on the front porch swing talking about what it would be like when we were finally on the medal stand receiving our first Olympic Gold medals. Deep within us, we were confident that we
HISTORY, HEROES AND YOU.
I spent yesterday on the site of Mycenae, an archeological citadel wonder dating back to its height of glory during the Bronze Age, or 1400 B.C. My American understanding of history is jaded; I forget sometimes how young my understanding of “old” is, and how shallow my admiration for American heroes in history is because,