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I am rowing home to my boat, which is anchored in a beautiful, isolated cove near Key West. Suddenly, the solitude and peacefulness is shattered by the sound of two military jets shrieking back towards the nearby airbase.
As I cover my ears and look scornfully towards them, a sport fishing boat comes blasting out of the mangroves with 500 horsepower ensnared in its outboard motors. I wonder to myself if the fish that they will catch in their $100,000 boat will taste any better than the one that I just speared from my little rowboat.
When they passbeside me and see me covering my ears, they holler over to me, “That’s thesound of freedom.” I nodnoncommittally. For the remainder of theday my mind could not stop thinking about what I wish I could have said tothem. If only we could have shared abeer and some grilled fish and some open-mindedness, I would have tried to givethem a different perspective on the true essence of that sound.