Why Flags Matter Stories Stitched Into Every Stripe
On a humid July morning, my town lines Main Street with lawn chairs long before the parade. You can hear zippers and Velcro from children wriggling into scout uniforms, the flap of hand fans, the squeak of a ladder as someone climbs to secure bunting. Then the color guard rounds the corner, and everything shifts. Phones lower. Hats come off. The air seems to tense and soften at the same time. That hush, brief and complete, sits on the shoulders of the flag. If you have stoo
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