FRUITED PLAIN AND SPACIOUS SKIES A few decades ago, as a young teenager just barely arrived in the United States from my homeland of Australia, I first heard the words of my title sung by child actress Hayley Mills in the Hollywood tearjerker Pollyanna. With apologies to our Canadian readers, I must say that for me there has always been something boundlessly optimistic in those words from Katharine Lee Bates' "America the Beautiful." And every time I fly at 30,000 feet across the continent and look down on the patchwork quilt that makes up these United States, I still imagine I can see the "amber waves of grain," the "purple mountain majesties," and, of course, "the fruited plain." Never mind the smog that hangs low over New York, Los Angeles, and sometimes a few points in between; this remains a land dedicated to a very spacious view of freedom.