Earlier this year ago I added a flagpole to my backyard so that I could proudly fly the American flag. Since my home is on a corner lot that borders a walking trail, there are hikers and bike riders that pass by regularly.
An interesting thing happened when my flag first appeared. Some people stopped to salute. Others paused, standing tall, and appeared to undergo some sort of inner reflection. I honestly had no idea there was so much patriotism in a neighborhood filled with mixed political ideologies.
I was and am still thrilled.
These are my thoughts on what it means to fly the American Flag.