reworked, revised, revisited...yes, you've read parts of this before
It's an elegant solution to TBG's reluctance to put holes in his house; I feel like Daddooooo every time I wrap another ring around the post.
Daddooooo was big on ingenious remedies to intractable problems. He was also big on flags and the 4th of July. We always went to the beach. We always stopped at Custom Bakers on the way home, where the owners always let us go back and stick our fingers in the vats of frosting.
We always went to the Boardwalk in Long Beach, arriving as the sun was setting. Skeeball and mechanical fortune tellers and the smell of the ocean, too black to be seen but too noisy to go unnoticed, occupied us as we waited for night to fall. We practiced our ooohs and aahhhs; we were in fine form by the time the booms and the bangs began.
Through it all, the flags were flying.
There was a big one in the bracket beside the garage door, until the house was painted and further holes were frowned upon (is this some kind of male thing I just don't get?). A pole-holding-tube was sunk into the flower box, and while it was neither sturdy nor attractive, it did the job and as far as Daddooooo was concerned that was that.
There was a plastic flag attached to the car's antenna, and all our bicycles had flags on the handlebars.
I'm not letting the tradition fade away. I'm ambivalent about much of America right now, confused by rethinking our past, embarrassed by our failure to keep ourselves safe. But I'm not giving up. I'm going to work to rid us of DJT and install a government that is truly of, by and for the people. That's the most and the least I can do.
Happy Fourth of July, denizens!
I have been thinking of Independence Days of the past. This one will be historic for what we don't do, at least if we are smart. I so agree with your last paragraph. I am ambivalent too.
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