i have to tell you, wallace stevens is my favorite american poet. by day, he worked in insurance, up the road in hartford, connecticut. by night, he wrote some of the most thoughtful poetry that this country and our world has ever seen. as i get to know this beautiful, historic corner of america a little better, the neatly tended fields and the low stone walls, the apple orchards and spectacular ocean vistas, i have been thinking a lot about what wallace stevens and his poem. "theory" he talks about what it is around me. home begins with family. it extends out from there. worship,laces of workplace, community, city, state, and country. homehere is an aspect of that goes beyond our national borders, at least the on the canada-u.s. border, which is unlike any other. that is the idea and the reality for the common north american home. this is where newfoundlanders took in thousands of stranded american travelers after 9/11, as chronicled in "come from away," which you really should all see. [applause] it is where, a hundred years to help englanders rus