Something about a flag up high
Crisply. The tall pole in Clinton Square had a wonderful sky and great wind as the backdrop for Old Glory during my recent visit.
A really big flag
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…
The flag still flies …
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…
Happy Veterans Day, with honor and gratitude
A couple of miles up the road from where I work and live, there’s quite a striking sight in front of the Wegmans supermarket. The Flags of Honor and Gratitude surely make for an impressive collection. The premised for the past several weeks: Folks can sponsor a flag in the array in the name of…
This Flag flies proudly to honor those who served for us
My Good Neighbor Tim knows what the special days are all about. Always, the house next door in our Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood has the American Flag flying proudly atop the flagpole to mark a holiday. Tim and his lovely wife Lorraine watched patiently as I snapped away to get the best shot possible.…
The sun shines in Syracuse, put out the flag
Oh, so pleasant was my walk with Ellie B, aka Dogamous Pyle, through our Syracuse city neighborhood this morning. No hat. No gloves. Winter jacket zipper pulled down to three-quarters. After a winter of steady 20s, teens, and polar-vortex really-now temperatures, a break into the 40s with a shining sun is very welcome my man…
Mark Bialczak 