My Aunt moved to the US in 1959 after marrying a US Airman and settled in Wisconsin; accordingly I have visited several times over the years and my interpretation is of 'ordinary, everyday America'.
I have never visited the tourist hot-spots; just Wisconsin.
As the kind of person, (Writer), I am, I find myself examining, minutely, the people I encounter, the environment I am in and the subsequent interactions.
I have yet to figure out if it is the lack of any appreciable history; what appears to be an almost total disinterest in anything outside of the USA; life lived under an almost complete veil of superficial commercialism; a collective intellect that seems to stretch not much further than the consideration of sport, food and patriotism.
Every time I leave those shores I find myself wondering if this land is ever going to take itself 'seriously'?
Will they ever begin to consider themselves a genuine, integral part of the Humanity collective?
I am given the distinct, unalterable impression, every single time that it would be the task of but a moment to peel the entire social landscape of the USA from upon the rocks and earth, on which it is mounted, and begin again to build something anew.
Most of the people I have met are nice people of good intent; but the water in my bath is, invariably, deeper.