Flying out of Newark the other day, I got one of those perfect IG-friendly aerial shots of New York City. Lower Manhattan was in shadow, but Lady Liberty was bathed in glorious sunlight, and as cheesy as it sounds, I got misty about all that she still represents. She stood watch when my Hungarian mother arrived as an infant; last year my half-Korean daughter, whose own mother also came to America as a child, visited Ellis Island on a school trip and was so proud to find her grandmother's name among the digitized immigration records. The plane continued over the Bronx, and I imagined the rest of America splayed out in miniature, like Saul Steinberg's View of the World From 9th Avenue, and I thought about how much I love this beautiful, fractured country, in spite of everything. The Fourth of July is upon us, so let me count the ways. An incomplete list: