Musings on Flag Day

Which is Linda's mother's birthday, and why I know that fact remains a mystery.  I've known Linda since first grade.  I know none of the birthdays of my other friends, from then or now.  

Flag Day, though, has always been Linda's Mother's Birthday.  Just ask TBG.  He doesn't know Linda, but he, too, celebrates her mother's birthday.

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Which falls on the weekend Gabby Giffords helped to christen the US Navy's newest littoral combat ship (designed to patrol in shallow waters), the USS Gabrielle Giffords.  

She's gorgeous and happily wind-blown, leaning against her handsome husband, and I know the effort behind each one of the steps from the bow to the stern.

It's not the doing which inspires me, as much as the attitude : There is no yesterday.  There is only tomorrow.  Be bold. Be courageous. Be strong.

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Which has gotten me thinking about the The Star Spangled Banner. 

I've never liked it, as music or narrative.  Then, Col. Bill's wife sent me a video from Smithsonian Magazine which told the story of the very real night when the continued proof that our flag was still there meant the difference between the survival or failure of the fledgling United States of America.

I feel marginally better about it, but I'd still rather sing America the Beautiful or God Bless America.  

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Daddooooo was quite annoyed at the American flag patch on my jeans shorts, back in 1970 or '71. He felt that using the flag to cover my tush was the height of disrespect.

I wonder how he'd react to the soccer fans, with their flag capes

and their flag faces

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