Flew The Flag...Glad I Did

 Yesterday was a federal holiday. Though not a federal employee, I do work for an employer that recognizes Columbus Day as a holiday. We had the day off. I had planned to fly the flag, but forgot.

My mother-in-law reminded me. 

I went into the garage, retrieved the flag, and set it up.

I'm glad I did.

The world is a crap hole right now...makes me think it's always been a crap hole--we just either didn't see the crap or chose not to accept it. A flag is a symbol. Other than a pole and colored fabric, that's all it is. Since the birth of our country, our flag has meant many things to many people. In a way, it's a testament to what the flag represents. 

It's supposed to represent a place where people can believe different things, say different things, do different things. The facts, however, sometimes fail to live up to those standards. Some people can believe/say/do things that others cannot...Orwell nailed it.

Still, the flag still stands. The flag never changes, only how people perceive what the flag represents does. Yesterday, I flew the flag because of what it means to me, what the country means to me. I imagine others are looking at flags from across the world in a different light lately.