Found on the side of a road during one of my daily walks, a perfectly flattened all-American baseball. My eyes were drawn to the threading, the colors, the obvious wear-and-tear, the steadfast way it refuses to actually fall apart. Perhaps the American Dream is a bit battered right now. It's a bit less flossy and glossy than it was, but when push comes to shove (or the leather-and-cotton meets the road), will the Dream will go on? Will we refuse to actually fall apart?