Sunday, June 14th was Flag Day.
When I was a kid, my mother took me back east to visit her family after school was out. My grandfather, an immigrant from Denmark, fought in World War One, which earned his U.S. citizenship. The neighborhood of my grandparents burst out with flags that day.
My most touching memory of flags was immediately after September 11, 2001. Flags went up all over my neighborhood, again.
As a child in the public schools, I started each day, joining the teacher and the class saying the Pledge of the Allegiance. The flag as a symbol transcends the piece of cloth to represent the American culture, values, and principles far greater than ourselves.
It was Red Skelton that later taught me the meaning behind those words: Red and the Pledge
Photo from everystockphoto.com: Flags in Queen Anne
