The interesting blog 7061

The first morning I raised my heritage flag on a simple aluminum pole beside our porch, the yard was still wet with dew. My daughter watched with a cereal spoon in her mouth, barefoot on the steps, and asked why it had a different pattern from the one at school. It was a fair question. I reached for the rope, felt the grit on the halyard from yesterday’s work, and told her that sometimes we fly the stars and stripes, and sometimes we fly a historic flag that speaks to our f