
Coming out of our local Cracker Barrel after an autumn breakfast with my dear wife Karen, I spied the really large American flag at the camping outlet next door.
Once I’d taken my iPhone from my pocket, though, the winds had died down some.
As always, Karen preached patience.

Rewarded we were.
I hope you have the perspective you need.
I love seeing those great big flags flying in the wind!
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The certainly are a big sight, Nance!
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I love those big flowing flags.
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It’s inspiring, MBC.
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wow, that’s amazing and gives me chills –
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It is so fantastic, Beth.
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Great photo, bro. Mark, I took a few of the tattered and torn flag that once flew 24/7 in front of my old place. I think they saw me the last time because there was a new flag flying later in the day.
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I’m glad they put up a new one, sis Angie!
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