Flying the Flag on the Fourth

The first thing I did when I got up on the Fourth was to get out the ladder and put up the flag.  We aren’t home on the Fourth of July very often, but this year we were.  (Surprise!)  And I figured it would be an important year to make sure the flag was up.  I was right.

There didn’t seem to be as many flags as I remembered in years when we have been home (or on Memorial Days, etc.), which I sort of expected.  A couple of people on my wife’s high school class Facebook group said they weren’t flying the flag this year because, well, you know.  Which was a viewpoint I expected and which was the reason I put ours up first thing Saturday morning.

I understand the United States isn’t perfect, but 244 years ago we were the first ones to set the goals by which all countries, or at least all decent countries, judge themselves.  We’re not there yet, but nobody is.  And we may never fully get there – because we’re human and people aren’t perfect.  But we try, and we’re going to keep getting closer, which is all we can do.  And more than enough to be proud of.

Here is our flag, which itself flew over the Capitol on July 4th fourteen years ago.  (Thanks to Jennie for that.)