I'm sitting here in my big, comfortable, black leather pappa chair in my living room. My Lady Wonder Wench and I just returned from a walk up Helen Hill. We do that every time we come home from a flight in our little airplane.

Helen Hill isn't big. Only a handful of people even know it has a name. It's a mostly un-remarkable bump in the landscape, named after a woman who led an un-remarkable life. All Helen did, all her life, was teach her kids to care about each other, go to church, work hard, and be proud of being American.