All I could think of this morning was Woody Guthrie. The last two stanzas of his American classic are:

“As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there
And that sign said - no tress passin'
But on the other side …. it didn't say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!

“In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office - I see my people
And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you and me.”

Today, Woody, you can rest peacefully because this land is still made for you and me/MikeK.