Although I’ve owned a Toyota Camry for almost 12 years now, I am proud of the fact that I first checked out where it was made before I signed the purchase papers. My grandfather instilled that in me: Made in America comes first.
It’s kind of odd, thinking that little old me makes a difference in the country’s unemployment rate by choosing to buy American whenever I can, but it’s a start.
As my car is now past the 200,000 mile mark, I’ve been tentatively looking to see what kind of car may be the next one parked in my garage. I was happy to see that Prius production began in the United States in mid-2010. A Prius is now definitely an option.
But cars are not the only thing the United States regularly imports; it’s just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. I was discussing this fact with a friend while we dined out the other day.
“It’s ironic we’re at a Chinese restaurant having this discussion,” mused my friend.
“These vegetables are grown in America,” I replied, using my chopsticks to maneuver another big piece of broccoli toward my mouth. “Farmers are at the heart of our country.”
I knew he wanted to push my buttons when he gestured to the bright red paper wrapper lying on the table. “And just where do you suppose those chopsticks were made?”
I picked up the wrapper and closely examined it. My friend grimaced when he saw my face light up.
“White Plains, New York,” I replied. “Thanks for asking!”
