I love Columbia. Unabashedly. No apologies. It has allotted me with a sense of purposeful design for living. It is a place I chose to invest in, grow roots and family and volunteer heavily in. It is a place where boats and cardboard things compete in song, and races pedaling marathons and cherry blooming blossoms eloquent in simplicity message hope and change. A place I have unabashedly relished coming home to for 40 years. With its crazy street mapping, impeccable open spaces doled with aging trees and weathered canopies, and propagated lakes staging liquid sunsets surrender to eroding feeder stream beds and oh the gawking feathered wildlife manufacturing poop decks of another kind.