My master blog 7705

I remember the first flag I ever raised as my own. It came from a hardware store on a Saturday, folded into a plastic sleeve with a little brass grommet peeking out like a wink. I mounted a short pole to a porch post, untied the tiny cord, and let the cloth fall into the breeze. The fabric snapped once, then settled into a gentle wave against a blue afternoon. Cars slowed. A neighbor with grass clippings stuck to his shoes gave a thumbs up. It was a small thing, fifteen squ