Walking around the Liverpool Public Library to survey the effects of Storm Stella last sweep, my breath escaped my chest when my eyes hit upon our American Flag.
Something’s not quite right, I thought from afar.
It was still flying high. It still looked proud.
But a walk closer confirmed my suspicion.
The winds had somehow snapped our flag from its home pole. Somehow, thankfully, it had caught on the branches of the neighboring tree instead of falling to the ground.
I saw custodian Tony in the lobby. Yes, he’d seen that effect of the storm, and was figuring how to get that high to rescue and fix our flag.