I should have written this column in time for Flag Day, but I got busy. That’s on me. The summer has flown by with golf, baseball, beach excursions, barbecues, family visits, get-togethers with friends, and so on.
Before you know it, it’s Labor Day, and you know what comes after that.
Anyway, back to flags. Growing up, I never really thought about the American flag very much. It was something we pledged allegiance to every day in grade school. We sang the National Anthem to the flag “whose broad stripes and bright stars … were so gallantly streaming.” My father-in-law, a WWII veteran, would raise the Stars and Stripes every morning, and take it down every night.
