Yesterday evening, G-Man and I went to visit his parents’ graves. (His dad was in Patton’s 3rd during WWII.) They’re on the far north side, and driving out I happened to notice, clear across the cemetery on the south side, a beautiful sight. Naturally, I snapped a picture.
I took a few more out the window when my man said, “What are you doing?”
“Taking pictures of those flags over there.”
So we took a detour to see the flags on the hill.
I don’t know about you, but the sight of all that red, white and blue bunting standing out in the breeze stirs my blood.
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